.” she breathed softly in my ear, “up my twat... lovely. Slip it right in, I need this.” So up and in I went. She was tight and warm. I slid in ...nd out of her as she told me I was a fucking godsend. She said her pussy was getting wetter and wetter, that I could do anything I wanted to her. “Touch my bum-hole for me, like I was doing earlier. Go on finger my arse..” I brought a hand round underneath her and felt for her anus. It was all wet down there, juice dripping out of her pussy. I slowly. Imagine being unable to eat anything more than mini-portions at meals, and still suffering from chronic vomiting or diarrhea -- take your pick -- according to what kind of bypass the surgeon installed. Imagine the significant risk of medical complications, not to mention shortened lifespan. Imagine mutilating yourself just because friends and family and the general public expect you to look like a supermodel. She had just three words for that -- NO EFFIN' WAY!And yet... imagine not being. You could tell me any shit now that were out of one anothers life, he said, falling silent. The resentment in me was rising, the awareness of his blatant trespass into my new life seared my rationality forcing me to break a confidence I had always intended to keep. I drew myself upright and thrust out my bosom in defiance. You remember the bit in my story where the young soldier took my skirt and top and said he would leave them to dry at the bulkhead heater? James said nothing, simply glared.. Again no luck. Ok, last resort, he found the air conditioner and climbed on top of it, then leapt to the roof with as little sound as possible. He cringed as there was a thump when his knee came in contact with the roof. Though he was on the other side of the house so he didn’t think it made that much sound to the inhabitants. He then slowly went around the house, treading lightly until he was within a few feet of the window, which still had the light on. He slowly backed away from the window.