Don't you dare touch your cock. I may want that later. I haven't made my mind up yet. What I need now is your tongue. On my cunt. This isn't sex: it's...masturbation. And I've just told you how I like to get myself off. So get your head into position." You scoot down the bed. I take the flute of remaining Pol, downing it in one. Leaving deep red lipstick on the glass. "No, move here. I need to be able to see myself in the mirror. "You powerful men are such a cliché. I'd have been much more. "I love you and will take care of you," she said softly to me. "I understand your need; mine is similar and connected."I bit my lip and shook my head. "Sam, this is wrong. I am sorry you found me like this." I tried to look away but Sam held me firmly.She didn't say anything but slipped her hand down to between my legs. I squeezed my eyes closed as her fingers opened my pussy lips and let my juices drip onto her fingers. I could feel it seep onto my thighs. My shame increased as my daughter now. Yeah, I looked great for the first time in my life, but would he even remember me? It had been almost ten years since I’d seen him, and a few thousand miles had separated us for those years. I had sent Christmas and birthday cards for a couple years, but when I got the first that said ‘No longer at this address’ I had given up. Well, I could sit here and be worried, or I could go in and get the Mustang serviced. I swallowed hard to try to settle the butterflies and stepped out of the car. I. She raised her head and saw the half-dried vomitdown the front of her shirt and on her trousers.She chuckled to herself and struggled over onto her hands and knees gettingeven wetter and muckier. She got to her feet and sidestepped, losing herbalance as she realised how drunk she still was then fell through the sideof a gorse bush.She was chuckling even harder as she got upright again and staggered outonto the lane. She swayed back and forth, thinking about the night beforeand then started to.