“Sweetheart, make like a little fist inside and slowly start fucking my cunt; oh god that feels so fucking great. Okay, okay, now as your fucking my... cunt rotate your fist as much as you can. Oh fuck yea.”Here I am, fist fucking a woman that I just recently met and at that point in my life I realized one thing from the words that came out of her beautiful mouth, as well as her craving for uninhibited wild sex, “you can’t tell a book from it’s cover.” She looks so sweet, so lady like, so refined.. All four of them took turns crying and raging, as Shahia gradually took back her mothering role and encouraged them all to express how they were feeling.Chris stayed late that night, helping Shahia as she gradually settled. They talked about little else, and by the end of the evening, they'd hesitantly agreed that this grandmother had actually been trying to do her a favour by letting her know what was going on, and by sending her such an apparently loving but patently inflammatory letter. If. ‘Would you do anything to make a success of your singing career?’ Grace had laughed, softly answering, ‘You bet!’ ‘I’m serious, Grace,’ Lisa had responded, her tone firm. Grace had hesitated, wondering where this was heading. She decided that she needed to make sure that Lisa fully understood her ambitions. ‘Lisa, my singing career means everything to me. I want to be successful and I’ll do anything to make that happen.’ ‘That’s the answer I wanted,’ Lisa had laughed down the telephone line.. Now every time you exhale drop that number by one. Keep thinking about your breathing and the number on your forehead."He stayed quiet for quite some time after that. I did as he said and it was all I could do to think about the various aspects of my breathing and keep track of the number I was envisioning on my forehead. Despite my best efforts, stray thoughts began to creep in as my concentration waned. Alek noticed my frustration."Go easy on yourself." There was a trace of amusement in his.