And this vividly felt and remembered pain, together with the guilt I’d have felt at two more broken hearts charged to my account acted as the strong...st of brakes. Like one of those huge clanking cast-iron anchor chains used to restrain a battleship or ocean-liner. More than enough to hold little old me in my pained and tormented state of purgatory. Unable to move forward into my new life and relationship because the memory and raw pain of what I’d destroyed and lost was too great.“Hi,” the. The furniture was all a light off white colour, in aSpanish design. There was a long dresser with three sets of threetiers of drawers in it. Over it was a very large mirror that threwback the feminine brightness of the room against the other threewalls.I became aware that I had stiff white lave tickling my chin. I lookeddown. The sheets that I was lying in were pink satin. I had to admitthat it had certainly been the nicest feeling sleep that I had everexperienced before. I moved my legs, and. ”Cassie skipped forward and jumped onto the bed next to me. She nuzzled up beside me and pulled her phone up for us both to look at.“The pictures are kinda boring. Let’s get to the videos.” Cassie suggested.“You’re driving.” I replied.Cassie pressed on the first video in her text messages.It was Lindsay in the shower, behind a glass door. Her hair was twisted up on her head and soap covered her body.“She really does have a nice ass.” Cassie commented as the camera moved behind her.“Yeah she. "Leading her on now, I said then, "What else do you like, Sally?" I like feeling your hand up my skirt and between my legs," she whispered.Taking that as an open invitation to play with her, I slowly slipped my right hand up under her skirt until it was between her legs which, sitting the way she was, were wide open.The instant I touched the soft smooth cotton of her little panties, l felt a dampness on them. 'Oh, fuck' I thought to myself, 'She's creaming her panties already, my little.