. Haven't you fucked up my life enough? You know I didn't murder him you lying cow.WE know that John. You and me ... Everybody else though ... They th...nk you did How did you turn into such a cunt Claire? ... What did I ever do to piss you off so much?An hour John ... Don't be late.My anger almost boiled over as I slammed the buzzing handset down onto its cradle. The bitch! I fucking knew this was going to happen. Why the fuck did she have to pick our ship? How fucking unlucky could I be?Slowly. “Yes “Mam, I was too. I really like Jen.”, I responded. “A few weeks ago, she came to me and explained what happened. I was shocked, hurt and terribly upset. I have been struggling with this for a while now. I am so sorry, I misjudged you.”, she apologized.“It’s ok Miss Margie, I just want Jen to be happy.”, I replied. “It took me a while to come to that same realization Jeff. As long as she is happy, that is all that’s important to me.”, she said. She went on to tell me she had met Tiffany. You work for the main office. What is she like? What else can she do?" I think she's pretty nice. And she's easy to talk to, apparently. She can do things like heal shallow wounds, and give you a tan. And heal scars. Even old scars, like that one." She pointed to a scar on the back of the older girl's hand."If she was here, would you want to get rid of that scar?" Sure. But how would she do it?" Probably about like this." She drew her finger over the scar, urging the cells to go back to what. My body at your mercy, as you slowly enter my sex with one finger. Slowly feeling you move it in and out, I feel your thumb roll around my clit. Shivering at your touch I feel your arms tighten around me as my hips begin to move against your hand. My breathing labored as I feel my body tightening. My hips rolling against you with abandonment. My juices flood all over your fingers.Slowly pulling your fingers from me you bring them to your mouth and tighten your arms around me, holding my head to.