‘You’re right. I am.’ She said, in a very depressing voice. ‘Well then, tell me what happen.’ I requested. Her and I shared everything. �...It’s Jack. He’s been cheating on me and I just found out last night.’ She said, in a very un-easy voice. Now I was pissed off. I knew that scum would go and do something like this. I never liked the guy, he was a prick. ‘I saw another woman sucking him off,’ She continued. I gently ran my fingers through her hair, trying to calm her down. ‘Well forget. His ass was on fire with pleasure, and he felt that if he wasn't allowed to come soon, he might burst with it."Alright boy, this is it." He shivered all over with anticipation. He thought that he was finally going to be allowed to come, and a hand stroking his cock did nothing to convince him otherwise. But the men had other plans. The four fingers in his ass were giving his prostate a good work out, pressing and rubbing it as often as they could, but now they were withdrawing."Am I going to be. Trying to understand why she was suddenly interested in this lifestyle. ‘I’m a lesbian, I came out after I left my husband.’ The memory haunted Lauren and she wanted to place a reason why. She shrugged her shoulder and folded the magazine up and gathered her things to leave the library. ‘It’s like doing research.’ She reasoned. ‘I don’t know anything about lesbian, I want to know more.’ It was growing late, and Lauren hadn’t brought her light for her bike, so she quickly checked out her things. She'd um..." Margaret gulped. "She was murdered." Here?" Abigail asked, and Margaret shook her head. "In the flat?" Nah. Outside. But um ... well it affected a lot of people. We dain't talk about it. And you won't go mentioning it."Abigail hummed and flicked the book back to the page she was reading. "It's a good book. She had good taste. Ah haven't read too much 'fore but this is good." Margaret looked at her, and Abigail looked into the corner of the room. "Ah'd want a telly really,.