."She sniffled in, and then said, "I want you to talk with her. You told me you loved her and that's why you married her. I have to believe that. So t...lk. I want you to be in my life and the only way that can happen is for you and Mom to talk." Talk?" Talk," Jessica said. "Not yell, or try and hurt each other. Just talk." Do you realize how hard, what you're asking, is?" No, probably not." Well, at least you're being honest. Jess, I'm not sure if I can." Will you try? For me?" I think your. .."I rapped on the door. "How are you doing in there? Everything coming out okay?" Shut up!" she yelled and then grunted and groaned more.I made two quarts of a salt solution and filled the bag with it. This I carried it into her bedroom, hung it on the stand and adjusted the height. Taking a bath towel from her closet I spread it on the bed. With some matches from her nightstand I lit a pillar candle and turned off the lights.I sat on her sofa. Shortly I heard the toilet flush. Lize emerged. “I like scissoring her and I want to get one of those double ended dildos soon. Neither of us like plastic toys in us so we need to experiment and get our position right.”“I would like to watch you,” I blurted out“I bet you would,” Sam replied. “I bet you wouldn’t be able to contain yourself! However, right now I don’t want to waste this good hard cock.Sam sat up, threw her leg over me and took me in her pussy, she was very wet and I slid in easily. She began to fuck me with a slow rhythm. From. “I thought you were supposed to be the person I can trust with all my problems?”“Doesn’t mean I’m the one who solves them all for you. I can only help you identify them and then you have to resolve them yourself.”Moira smiled and got up from her chair, letting her leather jacket glide onto the seat behind her.“You helped me identify my problem of being underfucked as you put it so nicely, so now I’m trying to resolve that.”Then she walked over and before he could prevent it she turned around.