Where Mary Margaret was soft and dreamy, Mary Kate was firmer and more focused. In an instant it was apparent to me that Mary Margaret was the romanti..., whereas Mary Kate was the realist.Our lips touched and Mary Kate melted into me even more for an instant, and then the images came flooding back. They were still pretty much the same images, but from a slightly different perspective. Also where Mary Margaret's had been somewhat diffused, these were sharper with more detail and some sound; there. " I got up and just walked out, slamming the kitchen door behind me.As I walked the short length of the hall I heard a bestial scream from the kitchen. It was a howl of a wounded, once proud animal. I slammed the front door behind me.I got to the drive and only then realised that I hadn't got my suit jacket. There was no way that I was going back, so I'll live without it. I'm pretty sure there are no formal meetings. Then there was no car where it should have been. Oh bugger, it's at work.. “Mum! I didn’t hear the car arrive. Have a good journey?”“Long, but yes thank you Mary,” Claire replied suspiciously. Then, “Mary, I want a word in private.”The glance with raised eyebrows between Mary and Catherine, did not pass unnoticed by Claire.“If you will excuse us Catherine,” Claire said with a stony face. Catherine shrugged her assent.The two women went into the dining room. Mary left the door ajar, which Claire did not notice, since she was seating herself at the table with her back. He kissed her fingertips and caressed her nipples.“I want you to watch. I want you to see, boy. Tommy is going to fuck Girl.” Now she was in the third person.She turned from me.“Tommy.”He took over, picked her up in his arms, and set her back on his side of the bed, away from me. The mount was immediate. He lifted and placed Girl’s right ankle across his left shoulder blade, the pink shell shade at once catching my attention.”“Yes, boy. Yes.” A hiss.The darn guy lifted her left leg and.