Except for Rebecca.And I missed Rebecca terribly.I reached out and grabbed her into a warm hug, and then let her cryherself out against my breast whil... I stroked her hair.When she had stopped and gained control of her emotions again, she gaveme a sad little smile."Sara, I never imagined my life this way. I'm a heterosexual woman wholoves men. I love a man named Michael Cohen. I know, in my brain atleast, that you're him, but my heart, or perhaps my pussy's not buyingit. I don't know if I. It had to be someone I’d know for quite awhile. “I hate being alone, but I think you know just what I need baby.” “You’re right there honey. I wish I lived down the road, I’d have my face buried in your cunt right now.” My clit throbbed, my mind raced with a thousand thoughts of what we would do if he lived that close. “What would you do if I was lying next to you right now baby?” “I know exactly what I’d be doing. I would be slowly kissing you from head to toe leaving a wet tingly trail. Jimmy obliged, and we gatheredaround the microwave as she pushed the "ON" button. There was a flashof light.That was the last thing I remember before waking up. I was on theground. All I could see was pink. Pink hair. What was Cecania's hairdoing over my eyes? Was she laying next to me? Was she hurt? Ibrushed the hair away with my hand. My dainty hand. With paintedfingernails. It wasn't my hand... it was Cecania's hand! How was Icontrolling her hand with my mind????I looked down. . I’d never take one meself, ‘cos to get like that is just so … it’s not normal. And the only way to get rid was to let Alice get on, and even with all her huffing and puffing and jiggling about, it still used to take ages to go away.”“Oh,” said Vera, the exclamation coming from her bright red flushed face. She’d never heard a story quite like it. Then old Tom started chuckling to himself.“What?” asked Vera, hoping there may be more story, and wanting a share of the joke.“Frank seen it one day,.