It had felt so good, so calming."That's a good little kitty-cat, relax." There were fingers stroking her cheek, then the soft brush of lips on her for...head. Kitty-cat was such a relaxing name. It made her think of a kitten napping in the sun, and that made her remember how relaxed she felt while smoking cigarette after cigarette as the blonde had explained to her that she was a kitty-cat.The fingers drifted lower, up onto the swell of her breast, and the blonde's angelic face hovered over. Then they were kissing again and I had enough. Not being able to really see was frustrating, and I gave up. My mind was in turmoil as I sat on the couch, staring at the TV screen, not really seeing anything. I knew that I was drunk but not totally wasted and giggled when thought of the action in the car. Yep, she was my daughter all right. Hot as a firecracker and almost as loud. I heard her scream and moan and wandered what to do... and decided not to do anything. What was there to do? Anne. It would also stop his muscles from expelling the intruder. As he watched, wide-eyed, she took a small pot from the bag, using its contents to lubricate the plug thoroughly until it gleamed in the lights. She walked around him, out of his view, carrying the pot and the plug.He held his breath. Suddenly he felt her cool hand on his backside. Her fingers probed his crack, brushing lightly over his hole. He felt his muscle contract involuntarily. Her fingers left, then returned, this time with a. That woman seemed to know every dirty word in the English language and strung them together in a remarkably imaginative manner.Shortly another officer showed up and took charge of the crazy woman. That freed the first officer to get a good look at my injuries. He snatched up his walkie-talkie when he saw the amount of blood coming from under me.“Headquarters ... This is Six-Four Seven. I need an ambulance for a severely injured child with multiple head injuries at the scene. Be advised that we.