They must have called Rebecca and Colleen, because Rebecca's car skidded into the Bell's driveway, a very short time later, and she dismissed Madeline... I wanted to cry, then hug her, and then worship at her feet, for saving me from that mental case. The resulting quiet had the immediate effect of calming my tortured brain enough that I could fall asleep. Being cradled against Rebecca, and petted by Millie and Colleen certainly helped.Sleep was a blessing, and by morning I could feel my body. .. a lot happened, after we broke up. I tried to quit..." I thought about telling her how, but remembering the reaction of my friend's girlfriend, decided that it could wait. "I got... depressed." Suicidal, in fact, but again, let's not dramatize. "I always... trusted you. I think, maybe, I just didn't trust me." That wasn't really right, either. I just didn't *like* me. Well, let it pass.She considered that, nodding. "I think you're right. I think you still haven't admitted some things to. Was she one of those girls back then? But no, she had probably been a bit older. One of the kitchen people put half a loaf on the wooden plate between them. He thought of cautioning her not to take any of the bread -- some peasants had made fools of themselves in the past. But she was busy with the babe. Then someone else from the kitchen ladled food onto the bread. He passed her the tankard of beer they shared.The woman clearly enjoyed the castle food. When they both had eaten, he asked her,. With a little push my finger popped into my pussy. The feeling waswonderful but really no better than the tampon so I pushed another fingerin, then another. With three fingers stretching and pumping easily inand out, I felt I was ready for the main attraction.I removed my fingers and grabbed the dildo by its fake balls. I slidethe tip of the dildo up and down my clit and finally, slid it down to mypussy. I gave a gentle push, not enough force. I tried a little moreforce, still not enough. .