‘I think we said everything we needed to say last night,’ Michaela answered. ‘Not if you’re going to start interfering in my personal life. Wh... did you tell Carsten that I wanted to talk to him? I told you I would talk to him but on my time, not yours. Stay away from me and out of my life. I’m done. You are not my mother, because my mother wouldn’t do this. You are not my bl**d, my f****y. I hate you, never come near me again. This was the last straw,’ Rhiannon turned to walk out. ‘You never. Such was her passion that her knees literally gave way and but for my firm hold she would have collapsed. With a little difficulty (I am not so young as I used to be) I picked her up and carried her upstairs as she kissed me and tried to squirm out of her clothing. Then I laid her on the bed and, well, laid her on the bed. It was done, I must admit, without a great deal of finesse but as always my balls seemed somehow aware of the presence of a new cunt and the flow of spunk seemed. „Er drückte mich grob gegen den Küchentisch und zerrte mein Kleid über die Schultern. Es riss leicht ein und legte meine Brüste frei. Das schien ihm zu gefallen, denn sofort griff er nach diesen und drückte diese grob.“„Wurde sie dabei hart?“, hauchte der Priester durch das Gitter des Beichtstuhls.„Was?“, fragte sie unwissend.„Deine Brustwarzen! Wurden deine Nippel dabei hart?“„Ich, ich weiß nicht“, stammelte sie.„Ja oder nein, und wage es ja nicht zu lügen.“„Ich weiß es nicht!“, schluchzte. I have reviewed the story and tweaked, pulled and pushed it this way andthat to this version.As usual comments are appreciated as they all help me to improve mywriting abilities.Thank you all,- - -The mirror on the wall sees all and hides nothing.- - -He comes again looking sad and seems to have lost his way and allinterest in life as themirror on the wall reflects all in his room.She comes again looking happy and contented with her life, happy withinherself as themirror on the wall reflects.