Not scared of me. Time with him is time spent thinking about the future and dwelling on the past. Only ever jumped him twice. Came to my senses enough...before I gutted him, both times. Doesn’t hold either against me. Been better than ten years since the last time. Figure I’ve got it all under control. Least with him, anyway. Dragging him down makes it easier to stay up here. Sorry Art. No real choice in the matter. Distracted still. So, was asked how I do it. Figure I have an answer. Going. She couldn’t wait for that. It took a fast few minutes with her fingers on her clit to gain some clear space to think and plan. * * * Jen rearranged her room somewhat. She had found a couple of Cheval-styled mirrors in the attic, and used them to complement the mirror on her closet door. Moving the dresser and vanity gave her two more angles of view: shifting the bed and putting up two folding screens gave her a private theater. The old videocamera was a welcome addition. Jen intended to enjoy. They had sixteen new bookings that evening for Friday and Saturday.Friday lunchtime was very quiet. Their only customer was Roy. Jenny got him to talk. He was married to Annie and had two small children, Gary and Hettie aged five and three. He was an agricultural mechanic working for a small firm in the neighbouring village."You ought to bring the family in for Sunday lunch," said Jenny."No fear! Gary'd be all right but 'Ettie's a roight little madam. If she don't loike something she'll let. Yes.” My own screams muffled in her pussy. Mary purring and Moaning into mine as I rode her face her tongue almost vibrating against my clit. “you like how my cunt tastes, don’t you slut. You eat it so good. My sister is watching you lick my slit you bitch. Harder. Eat it like you like it. stick your tongue in me.” I pointed my tongue and shoved it as deep as I could, then wiggled it. Mary sucked my clit and lashed it with the tip of her tongue. Mary began to pull my tit hard enough to hurt. I.