“ Have you got any tats?” the girl asked (Helen noticed she was in no hurry to get dressed). “ Sure,” she replied, “but only one.” “ Can...we see it?” “ Sure,” Helen replied. Helen unzipped her little black skirt and let it fall. She stepped out of her sandals and stared at the girl and the two lads in turn. Then she put her fingers inside her red lace panties and slowly dropped them. She stood there naked from the waist down, proudly displaying her completely shaven pussy with the snake tattoo.. "Clem! I have some terrible news to tell. Ramsay is dead; he fell down the stairs at Winson Green and broke his neck." I didn't know what to say as I was shocked and scrambled thoughts rushed topsy-turvy around my mind. Was this an unexpected accident or was this the plan; a plan I had not been told about. Mum told me all that the prison authorities had told them and we agreed there could well be further information as soon as they had investigated the accident. Mum used the word accident, yet. She wasn't really submissive—was she? Her pussy certainly was wet from following Tim's orders. And when he called her a good girl...mmm. She'd tried to read those shitty but immensely popular books all her friends were crazy about but found them not at all arousing and horribly written. This, though...this was intoxicating. This was real.“Take my pants off.” Tim's voice pulled her back from her musings. He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it onto a chair beside the bed.She moved to the side of. "If it isn't meant to be, it'll fizzle out. And what if we do become serious? How cool would it be that your best friends could be your in-laws?" I tease. When Dad stiffens, I hold up my hands. "Just k!dding, Dad." It's not funny," he says, gathering his things. "Please, Brandon, think about what I said. You don't want to hurt her or ruin our fam!ly relations."As soon as he leaves, I call Lauren."What the fuck!" Lauren says. "They've never interfered like this before." Do you think it has.