I run the water to warm it up and get in my shower. mmm hot water running over my breasts feels so good. I massage my nipples and slide my hand down b...tween my legs. I am thinking about Chiara and Angela. The wetness of Angela’s pussy, her lovely pussy lips and her wet pink. I dream about Chiara putting her fingers, no, her whole hand in my pussy. I rub my clit harder and harder. Push my pelvis forward and ride against the soap dish that is mounted on the shower wall. Shivers go up my spine and. .. A long time...” Answers Elaine.“And what was it that turned you onto the idea?”“Erm ... Well...” Elaine tries to organise her thoughts as she walks. “It’s just always been on my mind, really ... I don’t remember how long. As long as I’ve been aware of sex, I think ... Every time I see a woman walking a dog, a big dog, I always look to see if he still has his bollocks ... And if he’s got his bollocks, I just think she must be fucking him – because why would you have a big dog with everything. Ah've told you hunners ae times." That's enough," Shona told her eldest daughter who shovelled her dinner into her mouth. "What's got-in-tae ya?" She," Moira spat as bits of potato hit her disappointed sister. "She tried to chat up Quentin."Shona and Iain both looked at Abigail who shook her head. "I did not," she cried, angrily. "I teased him. Nuttin' more." Yer liar," Moira shouted. "'E told me what ya said. Yer a clatty, nasty..."Iain stopped his daughter by banging on the table. "Ah'll. Richard felt helpless, unable to take action. But then, the brightness stopped. ‘Holy fuck, what the hell was that?!?’ Richard yelled. ‘Sorry,’ I said. ‘I should have warned you about that.’ ‘Holy shit…’ Richard’s voice trailed off. He looked around. They were in someone’s home. A home he had never seen before. He saw a man, perhaps 45 years old, serving dinner. He was completely unaware that Richard and the old man were in his living room watching him. He apparently didn’t see the bright.