Tiff just nodded.“Have they already hurt you? On any occasion in the past?”“No, nothing like that,” Tiff sounded empty, hurt, unsure, lost, vu...nerable.“Well, Tiff, at sixteen you can leave home. If you were fifteen, it’d be go home or go into care.”The last word, ‘care’, sounded like the worst word in the world.The other policeman, who’d been watching Charlie and me as much as he’d been watching Tiff, stepped back. “I’ll radio in,” he said softly, and then he turned and walked quietly down the. She removed her hand and bobbed up and down. All his moaning was getting her wetter. She moved her hand under her skirt and began to rub herself in a circular motion. Lyla was enjoying this more than she ever thought possible, he was like putty in her hands. She was ambitious at work and competitive in every aspect of her life but nothing compared to how she acted in the bedroom, she was like an a****l, lust clouded her senses like a d**g. All thoughts of Clarke, Holt and the mistake she had. Tom had seen the contemplative look on Alison’s face, and surmised he wasn’t the only one who was having second thoughts about what they’d done. He wasn’t finished dressing, but that could wait. He walked to where Alison was standing and put his arms around her from behind. With a soft sigh, she leaned back against him. ‘Are we…have we…made a mistake?’ she asked softly. ‘Last night and this morning were…were wonderful, but…’ ‘I’ve been wondering about that, too,’ Tom replied. The scent of her. Samantha pushed him on his back and stood above him. She took the used green animal and wound it around her breasts in an 8 shape. Next she blew up two more balloons, one purple, and one yellow. She wound the yellow one around her waist. Next she sat on Taylor’s tummy, facing his penis. Her legs were spread and her vagina was pressed right up against him, leaking some sticky wet fluid onto his stomach. Samantha bent over and wound the purple animal in a tight sort of basket around the end of.