This was Lila’s third day in Byberry State Mental Hospital, just outside of Philadelphia. And it was quite apparent that her condition hadn’t imp...oved at all. The attorney let out a sigh.?What a shame.? He said, turning to the attending physician who’d accompanied him. ?She’d seemed like such a nice, levelheaded girl.??Yes,? replied Dr. Rayne Attenburg, ?Schizophrenia is like that sometimes. The stress of the trial probably triggered an extraordinarily intense episode.??She does have her. I slowly work finger in. She loves every inch of it, and screams when I vibrate my finger. I lube up and slowly penetrate with 2 fingers this time, while also slipping pinky and ring finger in her pussy. She howled in ecstasy as I massaged her from the inside. She would yell, "oh god it feels so good." Finally I insert 3 fingers side by side and her body convulses. She's almost ready. Her hands are grasping the sheet tightly, and she is breathing heavily. Sweat is starting bead off forehead and. “What do you want and why did you take my dirk?” she demanded before he set the dirk on the bedside table. As he climbed onto the bed she started to move away but the look in his black eyes stopped her. “I mean you no harm,” he all but purred as he reached to stroke her red hair with his right hand. He knew she was confused and frightened for at the moment they were enemies. Yet he knew they, him and her as a couple, weren’t meant to be enemies. No they were meant to be so much more. Lovers for. Well, his loss. He asked if he could have a kiss goodnight. I said o.k. but just a kiss.He moved closer and kissed me gently. He was a great kisser,unlike my d*unk son in law who had been a wet aggressive kisser. Paul was gentle. He was holding my hand which I thought was nice. I was wrong. He was holding my hand so he could move it to where he wanted it. On his cock. And it made me gasp. It was bigger than any cock I had ever felt.And I had felt more than a few. I could barely get my hand.