Darren had always like pictures of her and had taken them often, but she never expected him to actually keep them. Her phone displayed an incoming cal...l.It was Darren. Chelsea peeked out the bathroom door and heard the sound of her husbands snoring. She shut the door, locked it and answered the call.“Did you get my messages Chelsea?”“What the fuck do you want.” She hissed, trying not to speak too loudly.“Just wanted your opinion. Do you think those pictures would be better on Facebook or. She did not masturbate often, perhaps once every three to four weeks, but when she did, she used only her fingers. While driving index and middle finger of her left hand into her opening, going as deep as possible, she used three fingers of her right hand to rub the top of her pussy lips with the hooded clit. Mentally giving in to the inevitable, she consciously pictured the naked Peter Morgan and his stiff member in her head, and in no time at all, she crashed over the edge.She kept her hands. “But I don’t have a nightgown or anything,” she said sheepishly, making Emma laugh.“Don’t worry about it, Sweetie,” she said, putting her arms around the younger girl. “We’ll take care of you.”She blushed, but nodded. We filtered through the room, talking to everyone, but the crowd was starting to thin out.I got a chance to talk to Hector again before his parents made him say goodbye and he promised he wouldn’t blame himself for what happened any more. His mother looked grateful and I smiled. .. VALJEANWhat have I done?Sweet Jesus, what have I done?Become a thief in the night,Become a dog on the runAnd have I fallen so far,And is the hour so lateThat nothing remains,but the cry of my hate,The cries in the darkthat nobody hears,Here where I standat the turning of the years?If there’s another way to goI missed it twenty long years agoMy life was a warthat could never be wonThey gave me a numberand murdered ValjeanWhen they chained meand left me for dead...Just for stealing amouthful.