For the most part, the expressions on the faces of the assembled women were neutral displays of puzzlement and curiosity, as opposed to blatant hostil...ty. A few of the ladies gave me tentative waves of greeting. Sheila leaned forward, braced her gloved hands on the icy railing and studied Seraina for a moment before turning her attention to me. I now knew how a field mouse feels when looking up only to find a soaring hawk looking down. "Welcome home. Thank God you're back. We've been searching. She even used My fucking Phone”She then strolled over and opened hers up.Copies of every photo were in her gallery with a text copy sent of all 30 or so sent to me Between sobs; What she said next surprised me. “We’ve been fighting a lot lately. She’s using needles again. And I threatened to call Child Services on her unless she cleans up. This is her way of getting back at or kicking me out of her life. She caught me giving her dealer a blowjob for some weed a couple days ago. I don’t. Feeling a finger slide between my legs softly. .. a finger rose in my vagina. Twirled. Softly. .. ‘ silence.’as the pressure between my legs grew deep. Rough. Finger atwirl. circling.. me slowly.. rubbing stroking..stroking..my vagina. High up my vagina. ‘Silence’ as the finger went harder and harder.deeper in. ‘ breathtaking’ I heard..as she was licking and kissing my breasts .. covering my breast in licks and hot kisses. Pinching my nipple.squuzing my breast slow. Caressing me..pulling. If you are feeling okay, you can go into the bathroom, clean-up and change back into your street clothes. Hang your tank top and panties on this hanger…” he held out the hanger to me. “Your were amazing, Maire. Amazing. I’d hug you, but…” you indicated my messy body. We both shared a laugh. “Are you will okay?”I weakly nodded, my head knowing that my bowels were cramping. I went into the bathroom and Steve departed. I looked at myself in the mirror. Mascara was running down my cheeks, but my.