I withdrew my fingers. Okay I said I’m going to have to fist you to get in deeper so you need to relax and help me by pushing onto my hand okay. She...nodded with a determined “I can do this” look on her face. I kissed her and our tongues intertwined as we grabbed and squeezed each other’s breasts. She nipped my nipples and pulled them in revenge for what I was about to do. I frigged her cunt again getting as much lubricant as I could. I smeared it on my hand and up my arm. I then frigged myself. She gazed in her mirror again, flustered at how awful she looked. Her hair was a rat's nest, covered with white powder and her t-shirt wrinkled, stained, and torn beneath her left armpit. It was her bum around shirt for her bedroom, worn almost daily, never meant to be seen. None of her friends even knew she had it. Shaking her head, she went to her bedroom window and called down, "What do they feel like, Mr. Davenport? You said before you thought they felt more like something else, before the. Yes, no prizes for guessing we’re in Liverpool this week.The sequence ends on the historic Albert Dock- usually a tourist hotspot, but today, almost deserted due to the wind and spitting rain. We watch as our long-time host walks her golden retriever toward us. She’s not dressed for walking a dog, or for wind and rain, with a low-cut mini-dress and stripper stack-heeled shoes – her tattooed bolt-on cleavage almost spilling out of the dress, skirt barely covering her buttocks – the long line of. "From now on, I'll allow the beans to cool a bit before feeding you."She didn't wait for a response from Lou, just got up and walked away. When Lou heard the scuttle of Mary sitting down to the table, he turned his head back to watch her set the plate of beans and meat to cool. Then she sat down on their one chair. Moments later a veil descended across Mary's eyes and Lou's apprehension once again rose. Whenever she talked to her voices, his guts twisted. This time, at least, Mary did more.