The hand slides down to my ass squeezing it softly for a while, I'm not sure how long. But I feel my pussy get wet and I realize how much this is turn...ng me on. The hand slides up my back playing with my hair. This is the biggest turn on for me is when someone plays with my hair I have no clue why. Luckily it's dark or the person would see the wetness dripping down onto the sheets. They play with my hair for a few minutes more then try to turn over and realized I'm bound on a bed by my hands. Julie then came over and made a passing comment about how Milly seems to be opening up with me. She then said her goodnights and led me up to our room. No at this point I could tell she was pretty drunk, she was staggering and slurring all over the place. But she still seemed keen on sex. We got in the door and she pushed me onto the bed and climbed on top of me. She leaned in and kissed me deeply. I kissed back and grabbed her ass too. She told me to get naked, which I did and so did she. Boy. Chambers came through and said, “Do you want a lift into town Donna?” I nodded and as he went outside Annette and I kissed, snogged and I felt her tits as she felt my bum. We said our goodbye’s, I grabbed my bag and left and got in the car.As I sat in the car I said “You’ve changed your car” he nodded and drove me down to a quiet place at the bottom of town, as he stopped and turned the ignition off “Donna we need to talk”. He turned to face me and leaned over and kissed me, then he pulled. Well, the bag of flesh that currently sits on a hospice bed waiting for a cure to getting hit by a bus is named Bradley. I tend to think of myself now as a free floating consciousness. I can wander here, I can wander there, and more importantly, I can go places I could not before.My mother is here. Helen is her name. She is a pretty young thing, despite being 40, divorced, and completely upset. She's got brilliant green eyes, sandy blonde hair, a thin, barely flabby frame (due mostly to age).