Without her pants completely off there was no way I was getting further between her legs so I removed her pants completely. With those removed and wit... her spreading her legs, I had free access to her wet very hairy pussy. I pushed a finger inside and she was soaking."We have to be quick" she repeated so with that I got her on all fours and removed my pants. My cock was hard as a rock. I rubbed her big arse for a couple of seconds before guiding my cock towards her wet hole. I felt her hand. During the 90s she had starved herself – we all wanted to be Kate Moss – and no one bothered with food at the record company. Cool people lived on cocaine, black coffee and cigarettes – eating was for squares. Maybe if Lizzie had ended up married to the drummer from Suede or the keyboard player from Gene she would still be skinny? But she fell pregnant after a fling with the man who came to change the water cooler and her dreams of celebrity by proxy came to a sticky end. Food became her friend. Once everyone left mom completed pending work in the kitchen and came to my room.Mom: “Beta, ya kare rahe ho?”I was sitting on my bed doing nothing. I was sad with all those words. Mostly I was frustrated why I was not able to do it. Mom sat infront of me and said, “Kya soch raha hai?”Me: “Mujhe kuch samajh hi nahi aara mom. Main kya karu? I am trying.” I was about to cry but I stopped myself.Mom: “Koi baat nahi. Aaja.” Mom ne mujhe apne godi mein sone bulaya. Maine apna sir une godi mein rakha. ”“Hi, Mark. Hi, Fatima. I’ve been doing therapy linking with Doug. Whitney has been working with Jessica. At their requests, we were showing them their actions from their victims’ perspectives.”Fatimablinked as she realized what Kiyoko was saying. “You shared your memories of Doug raping you?”“Yes. He willingly accepted the perspective of my body and mind. He’s lived through the experiences in our dreams, my despair during the rapes, the violation of by body, my anger and depression afterwards..