Quietly. Smearing the ointment around as I encircle her spincter, she lifts up a bit, like she’s begging for the penetration to begin. I slip the ti... of my index finger in and she gasps. Pushing further, I work it in up to the second knuckle.“Use two this time,” she insists.“Okay.”Sliding my middle finger in just a bit, I spread the two digits while bending them at the knuckles, which gently opens her up. She moans again and reaches down under herself and begins to rub her pussy. I listen for. I was on a thin line. Depression and unbidden, dark, troublesome thoughts often entered my mind, thoughts that I had talked to my doctor about. She pushed for me to take some drugs for that... but I felt I needed to feel this pain... for a while at least. To make sure I remembered just what I had thrown away.It was a dangerous game I was playing with myself then. One that could end up with me dead and gone. I walked that line, the edges of it drawing me in and out many times a day. I thought. Maybe that you were getting divorced, but wait a minute, that means you two aren't legally married either,” I said. “We know. It's nothing we're ashamed of course, but it's not something we like to talk about though. Our parents died and they were only children, so we didn't have to hide it from anyone else. We just told you that all of your grandparents died, because we didn't know how to tell you about us. We thought you you'd think you were incest freaks or something like that,” Maria. Weena handed him to Rob, tucked herself in and smiled. I took a picture of Rob and Patrick."Pat?" I asked."Why not?" I was going to use 'Rick'." Go ahead." Won't he get confused?" I doubt it."Rob was busy making silly noises. "He looks very nice," said Mary."How long will they keep you?" I'm not sure. I was still bleeding an hour ago. But that's not bad. Probably till tomorrow or Tuesday. If I'm still bleeding on Tuesday, they'll think there might be something serious. But my blood pressure was.