Standing again, ass to pussy, Guinevere pulled the skirt the last decently clad inch. Now exposed, Moira reached down and began to fondle her pussy wi...h one hand while the other ran circles around one nipple and then the other. Guinevere moved her fingers along with Moira’s.Together they worked Moira’s pussy. When Guinevere flicked at Moira’s clit mercilessly, she felt herself coming apart. At the culmination of her orgasm, Moira let loose a string of words incomprehensible to the watching. Don’t let her wreck that too!’ The tears shone in her eyes. That hurt. After everything she had put the kids through this was another thing eroding their happy memories of us as a family. Just one more thing making them feel that they didn’t matter to her. Now, I knew that wasn’t the case, but that is not how the children saw it. Once more I saw the pain she was causing them and she couldn’t. This was all about her and the devil take the hindmost. Inside I seethed. To the children I had to. “It’s a long time since someone has looked at me the way you are looking at me now. I have missed it.”She held her hands out and I moved closer to her.“Should we talk?” I asked. “It’s been a day.”“I’ll do anything you want,” she said, “but we Empaths find that this is a very effective way of repairing strained relationships. It’s not an apology. It’s… reassurance. It’s a renewal of our commitment to each other, as family.“It also fulfils a need,” she said. It was a confession, but a hungry. Three times young Arab girls appeared at the door of her cell, staring at her and giggling before running lightly away. She tried speaking to them but none of them seemed to understand her English. She saw that they were barefoot, stripped to the waist and only wore a thin, short dancer's skirt. Each girl wore a trinket bracelet that made a tinny sound as the girl moved.Late on the second day the Negro came to unlock Hilary from the cell and led her out. She noticed that he seemed in a jovial.