Then it came to her. The fog in the meadow reminded her of Elizabeth's mind. There were clear patches in the meadow where the wind had blown the fog a...ay; there were, at rare times, clear thoughts that Elizabeth managed to speak. The fog obscured all that lay under it; so did the conscious thoughts of Elizabeth obscure her inner thoughts.Ruth smiled at her analogy and sank back into the softness of the car seat and decided that she had done all that was humanly possible for her to do for the. This time I let my legs and hip touch him, and lay my hand on his chest. I resisted rubbing my pussy on his thigh, though I wanted to a lot.“I’d usually ask if it was good for you,” I said, “but I already know.”“Uh huh!” he panted. His eyes were a little wild.“We, sir, just had your first blow job.”“Is that what that was?”“It was a modified one,” I said. “I did most of it with my hand, but we forgot the towel, so I saved the sheets from the mess.”“I want to feel like that was wrong,” he. "Were you drinking?" I didn't know what else to do," She said as if that made sense. "everything is going to shit." I'm sorry too." I said, not knowing how to respond."For what?" She responded looking with hazy eyes at me."I'm sorry you had to find me like that." That's okay, I guess you can fuck whoever you want as long as he's not married and you're faithful, It was just the combination of all the shit in my life right now." What's wrong?" I asked seeing her troubled expression."Everything.". I traced the path of the hot water with my hands, caressing my body. Absent-mindedly, I tweaked my hardened nipples, inciting a quiet but audible gasp. Relaxing, I widened my stance and put one hand on my swollen clit. Rubbing the nub in tight firm circles, I moved my hips against the pads of my fingers. I was on autopilot but, damn, I really needed a release. Tighter, faster, harder... it took only a few minutes for my body to succumb to the pleasure. The orgasm was perfect, gripping and.