My head rolled back on his neck, I leaned back so the only part of me on the door was my bottom half. My pussy pushed on the wood-making little wet pa...s under his breath and my moaning. My pussy clenched around him-I was going to cum. Right then he pulled out and threw me back on the bed. He bent my legs and kept them spread while he sat on his knees. I couldnt keep still-It was torture! I wanted him to fuck me but he just watched me wiggle around. After awhile I calmed down, my pussy was sore. In the afterglow as we wind down in the shower alcove together Elise asks, “We are not finished with you yet. Can you get it up again for us? I want you on your back while Mary fucks you while you lick my cunt lips and Lord Michael watches. Did you enjoy her St Trinians look? She has a very good body for a fiftyish woman.”“What can we do to help you get your nine-inch erection back? Lots of men in London would pay hundreds of pounds to watch this,” Elise smiles wickedly as I enjoy watching her. Her mother supports her daughter fully in that fantasy, too, by the way. And you know how it is with mothers and daughters, right?" You mean if we had stayed, I could have met a piece of your past?" teased Sally."She was never a 'piece' of my past. I was a 'piece' to her, like a trophy or furniture. And no, I never got a 'piece' from her. First she played hard to get, then hard to lose," I remembered ruefully."So, that old broad didn't look too spry. Whatsa matta, don'cha think we could take. Justin. Short, brown skinned. Good singer.And now they were real.Or she was dreaming. That was it. It would explain the four eyed monkeys and bear kids. Wonderland was always a dream, wasn't it? Alice always woke up. She'd wake up, and be with Dad again...Mary's eyes went to her mother, sitting next to her on the bench. The woman she had dreamed of every night for as long as she had lived gave her a smile of such sadness, such loss...Mary didn't want to wake up. Not yet."Twelve years..."Mary.