Her hair was a riot, her face blotched from thrashing back and forth across the sheets. She was, in short, a hot mess. Olivia, on the other hand, look...d like the cat who had swallowed the canary. “There,” she said, “I’m sure you’re more relaxed now.”Lydia looked at her in dumbfounded amazement. Five minutes ago she had been scheming on how to manipulate the other woman into admitting that her sexual attentions had not been accidental, and Olivia had gone and given her an amazing orgasm that. "No, it's not mum," I said and reached to take the shabby coat off her shoulders."That's mine," she said and gripped it tightly."I know it's yours, it'll always be yours, I'm going to hang it up on the peg, look."She watched where I'd put it, just like I'd watched where my possessions were, during the two years I'd spent in the young offender's institute. An apple had been fought over once and a youth stabbed to death for stealing it.Tobacco was more precious than gold in there, you could spend. She motioned for me to sit next to her. She had on a short skirt that really showed off her legs I sat down and we chatted about past experiences. I was honest and said I'd only done it once before. She took my hand and put it on her thigh. I slid my hand up and realized she wasn't wearing panties. Her muddy was wet so I rubbed her clot a bit and the slid my finger into her. She reached over and rubbed my by now hard cock. Her husband asked if I wanted to follow them home. Well they only lived. He loved to see the flushed faces. They were so eager and sweet.Like children going to see Santa Claus. All edgy and excited.His little scheme had worked just great. Every pink dose he had spread around had left the tiniest of residue in the girls' heads. And every one of their countless orgasms had grafted the outline of an idea on their brains. It was the idea that this bliss could last forever. That they might always feel this happy if they only would follow up on their urge.Then Taylor had.