Katya began to 'demand' Phil Brown, saying he was assigned to help us. The FA almost laughed. I am trying to help dear, now sit back and let me do my ...job or I'll hurt you, really bad my dear. I am Phyl Brown, Phyllis Brown and your man has been poisoned. It must have been something on those papers the imposter gave him. Now, I'll inject him, you keep giving him this stuff to try to drink, get him in the bathroom and get him to vomit up as often as he can. I think, from the frantic look on. Brown gave another negative shake of the head. She asked to see my hands then. (What? Why?) Okay, I showed her my hands and she examined each of them closely. Mrs. Brown gave another negative shake of the head. (I was getting nervous again!) She asked me if I ever took a soaking bath?A bath? "Like lay in a tub of hot water forever?" I answered.She laughed at that and I started to feel better again. She asked me about hobbies and I had to tell her I read a lot. I read to my brother and sister. ”“It’s something else,” “Beth said, “and I would like to clear the air if we need to.”“I...”“Something’s wrong dear,” Beth interrupted, “and I care too much for you to let it fester. Might I have said something to offend you?”Feeling trapped Mary blurted, “I ... I...” then in frustration, she went on, “It’s the sex you’re having with Mom and Dad and the Pickneys.” Turning bright red from the discomfort of what she had just said she couldn’t believe it had come out of her mouth. Expecting a. She accepted it eagerly, her mouth opening even wider. Lips locked, our tongues darted together.Her tongue extruded out of her mouth and I sucked it, back and forth. A tongue has the most marvelous texture, soft and slippery, and a tiny bit forbidden. My hands roved over her ass, hers over my back, until by some unspoken agreement we climbed into bed.At first, we lay on our sides, facing each other, and kissed. The kisses were warm and sensual. I felt her hand on my butt and I reciprocated with.