"I love your dress, by the way," said Maggie. "Where did you get it?" Online, actually," I admitted. There were incredulous looks allround. "It's a... site called MyOwnCouture.com. You can design your owndress, based on some simple patterns. Of course, I'm hopeless withcomputers. My son's girlfriend found it and helped me."I had to describe the site and how it worked. They were fascinated. Ijust hoped my enthusiasm and description of the process didn't soundout of character.Then I had to. By this time it was 9pm and I was already tired, I hadnt had much sleep the night before. im going to crash, im exhausted I text Brent. Before you do, take out the dildo and line the 3 you have up and take a pic with your hand next to them so I know what I have to use on you he instructed. As I slid the dildo out he added suck the dildo clean and send a pic of that first. OMG gross!!!! Its been in my ass and pussy!!! I protested. exactly! And now you will be punished again for questioning me. So, I started moving my tongue in different directions. It went up. It went down. It went right. It went left. And sometimes it went back into the circular motion. But no matter which way it went my mom’s moans got louder.As her body started shaking she screamed, “Put two fingers in my pussy.”I removed my mouth from her pussy and slowly inserted two of my fingers. It felt warm and wet. I then started moving them in and out of her at a slow pace.“Go faster,” she screamed as her body squirmed.So,. And when I saw the Ocean's Daughter, I made a wish as I looked up into his eyes and whispered: "I can't get you out of my head."I was wrong. My life wasn't a comedy. Or a tragedy.It was a fucking ELO song.*It was early Monday morning of Christmas week and the weekend had faded into nothing more than a distant memory for most but a life-changing one for some. Especially the young woman who was the talk of the gossip grapevine after what had happened Friday night just gone.The blind girl was sat.