Emma’s fingers pushed inside her. Whimpers and muffled squeals left her mouth as she fingered herself. Her lips pushed out the occasional vulgar ‘...uck’ as her fingertips teased and circled around her clit like a vulture in need of food.Emma thought of all those naughty people in this little village, the married men with lovers, and wives, the young studs who would fuck their way through a host of rampant teenage women; all of them, ripe for the taking, under the Oak and Rowan trees of nearby. My eyes were focused on thebedroom door and my mouth was giving away the desperation I was feeling. ?This isn't happening,' I thought to myself and tried to move. I tried tomove my arms, legs and even my eyes only to learn I had no movement left.My lungs still breathed and my heart still beat, though at an acceleratedrate. I still had perception and I sensed Heather giggle a bit more andthen walk back into the kitchen.I heard Heather on the phone talking with her mother. After a few momentsI. About 2 years ago he started getting turned on by the thought of her touching herself right next door as he did the same. Mark started looking for videos of Milfs and of stepmom porn. He loved watching stories where a mom catches her son stealing her panties and he wondered if he could find a pair of her's before she put them in the wash. Laura did so much laundry that mark could never find a dirty pair but would occasionally pull one from her drawer and fantasize. She was almost always home so. The Lily's Path has helped us heal from the painof our past, but will it be able to protect us from that which hurt us inthe first place? For how long?Am I content with just being Minhirva, Sister of the Lily's Path?Dare I be more than the skin I wear?----7-25-xxSister Minhirva recommended that I resume keeping my diary like I oncedid and it made me wonder why I stopped in the first place. Reading backover what I wrote reveals a frightened and confused woman who did notunderstand the events.