The one on the couch, Alyssa, was wearing a flowery dress with some frills. She was the introvert my mom would always try to get out more with those d...rky glasses of hers, and even sleeping, her introversion showed.Then on the chair next to my mom, Janice, the bad girl I guess I could call her. She was the one always looking to get the attention of passerbys, especially with her outfit tonight. She wore some really tight yoga pants to flaunt her marvelous legs, along with a tube top she knew. " I remember," I said. They'd both been abused by their priest, orsomething. One of them thought she was pregnant. A nasty business."It always used to upset me, to see a young girl end her life. I'd thinkto myself, she's got so much... why throw it away?"As somebody who is fundamentally incapable of caring about the feelingsof others (hey: blame it on the brain disorder) I am still able torecognise bullshit when I hear it - and am more likely to draw attentionto it, because I don't know when to. Now she feels him move round closer to her, his free hand takes one of hers and places it on his shorts, Sharon jumps feeling the growing bulge inside, she grasps it, massaging without being asked. Panting now she opens her eyes as she feels Simon slip his shorts down allowing her to grasp his bare hardening cock, already it’s bigger than her husband was and it’s still growing. Looking down she moans as she sees a film of clear liquid covering the head.As she looks a shadow falls over them both. Then she curled her finger and it dissappeared inside her. I was mesmerized. She pulled the finger out, slick with her juices and offered it to me.Her finger under my nose, she asked, 'Can you smell how excited I am?' I breathed in her womanly essence. I had never smelled anything like it before. It was sweet, musky, and it made my cock twitch. She pressed the finger to my lips.I opened up, letting her slide the digit against my tongue. It was sweet and tangy. I loved it. I sucked on her finger.