Her coughing subsided and she once more raised her head. The whisky had brought a deep rosy glow to her cheeks and I thought she looked stunning, beau...iful beyond any words that I knew. The alcohol seemed to have helped settle her, as there was no more sobbing. These highland lassies are made of stern stuff I thought to myself - 'tougher to survive' right enough."Well Kirsty, where are you from so that I can get you home?" My father's steading is near Loch Melfort," she replied "and that is. “Rebecca?” She was one of my best friends at school, but she'd moved away suddenly a few years back. “Oh my god, it is you” She almost squealed “Steven said he was sending a friend over, but I had no idea it was you.” We talked for a while, catching up and talking about our old school. While we talked we walked around the shop, I occasionally picked up some things. Then she took me to the back room, where the more 'private' things were sold, as she joked. We kept talking as we walked around,. Her body was so soft and her pussy was already wet. I started fingering her pussy slowly and was biting and sucking hard at her nipples. She started moaning out loud and I was licking her melons and body like a thirsty animal.I slowly moved from her nipples to navel and then to her cunt and the intensity of her moans increased frantically. And then as I was licking her pussy, she kept pressing my head into her cunt and I was lost in the sweetness of her cunt. Finally she oozed out the liquids. I don't know what to watch for." Makes sense. Sara has a combination of mental problems coupled with a drug dependency. I think her biggest problem was and is her ex-husband. He's an uptight, self-righteous asshole with a lot of money. He constantly harangued Sara, made her feel incompetent, less than worthless, and slowly shattered any self-confidence she ever had. Shortly before she became pregnant with little Donna, that's her daughter, Sara experienced her first panic attack. That's when.