.. David?"She believes she killed Dr. Rourke. In her mind, she keeps screaming, 'I killed her!' But, she's said your name as a question twice." It's D...vid, Sara. Talk to me! You need to talk to me. What about Donna, Sara?" David. Donna." Concentrate on Donna," I said."What about Donna? What about your little girl? Your daughter? Do you love Donna?" I killed... little girl. Donna. My daughter. My little girl. "Donna loves you, Sara. Come back for her. Come back for me." Donna. I... daughter. In no time we'd picked outtwo different shades of pink, a paler one for Kath's skin tone and onefor mine that just happened to match my nail color. We both applied itquickly, and I threw the lipstick tubes, my wallet and some otheressentials into my small white leather shoulder bag. "Let's get goingbefore the guys give up and find some other girls to go out with," Kathsaid impatiently.Ben and Mark were waiting in the front entryway, and I noticed that theywere dressed about the same - shorts. She was whimpering, as she often had when he'd fucked her this way,hard and fast and as impersonally as if she were nothing but a fleshlymachine built for his delight. It hurt her for him to pound her somercilessly, but he couldn't help doing so. He was no longer in controlof himself; lust had claimed him, and it drove him now. All he caredabout was the feel of her tight, snug anus around his cock and thesoft-but-firm cushions of her ass cheeks bouncing before his plunginglunges.They were going. I moved my fingers to graze over her panty covered mound, but there were no panties. My fingers landed on her downy covered lips. I heard a soft moan escape her throat.I scooted my chair away from her a little so my arm was more comfortable and less suspicious. My fingers dipped between her plump lips and I traced my finger up and grazed her clitoris. She immediately grabbed my wrist and would not allow me to move it away.For the remainder of that session, I strummed her clit. When she finally.