I have a bad feeling about her. She's too unstable to predict on her good days. Now that she's opened the closet door a bit, the pressure inside her i... probably getting worse, not better. Remember, I spent a week listening to her in group therapy. I won't give you any details, but trust me when I say she is seriously screwed up."Just then John came out of the bathroom surrounded by a halo of steam, a towel tied around his waist, and damp hair hanging in his face. Both of us suddenly forgot what. "Uh huh," Christine gasped.Janice moved her finger down and slipped it inside of Christine. She slid her finger in and out fast making Christine squirm. She then took the liberty of adding another finger and then a third."Uhhhhgggh!" Christine yelped."You're so tight baby. Mmm I want to taste you," Janice said."T-taste me!" Christine begged.Janice shoved her fingers in her hard making Christine shriek in pleasure. "Beg me to taste you baby." Janice, P-please taste me!"Janice dove her fingers in. Like Michelle.Mom you do not know Shelia or Karen like I do. I could tell you stories about them. But rather than drag them down I will just repeat a few things that you have said over the years about me. Nice things, kind things, true things. I don’t have to do I. I don’t have to tell you how wonderful Harry is. Well, maybe just a little. A little bit about how Harry is with me when we are together.Harry pays attention to me. When we are together I am the center of his universe. I rarely have. In that instant the whole of George’s mass solidly disappeared up Maggie’s behind: a thick squish of lubricant and a crashing slap of flesh, they withdrew just shy of his entire length and, repeating the ferocity of their first thrust, there was again another clap as his lap slapped her seat. An obscene strain, bright and profound – her agony hard and as clean as a new dime, steely and exact, and an impulsive attempt to twist free, arrested at her hips – and yet Maggie sounded only a husky.