I had been drinking when I wrote so not best short story, but it will do. On the bright side, the girl that wanted the story enjoy it. Let's see if yo...u guys do also. We would be at my house, you would be wearing something sexy not thinking anything about it. You would be getting me turned on without even trying until all of a sudden I could take it anymore. I would get up and grab you and carry you into my bed room and throw you on my bed. You would be yelling "what the fuck are you. ‘You’re doing so good, I think you should be rewarded.’ Jane started thinking of something good, then asked Ashley the one question she really hoped was answered correctly. ‘And what, Ashley, do you think of your sister Jenna?’ The pause, the hesitation Ashley had before answering made Mistress hold her breath. Her fingers never stopped though. The tips rubbing her wet clit in slow circles. Her legs apart and her feet flat on the bed, knees bent, stiff nipples lovely and dark as she slowly. Her lip trembled, and then she rolled away from me, suddenly shaking with silent sobs. She cried hard and long and suddenly Stephanie was knocking on the door. I shoved the pregnancy test back into the box and chucked it into the cupboard under the bathroom sink."Is she okay?" Steph asked. I was peeking at her through a crack in the door."It's this whole thing with Amy's mom. It's really getting to her."I was nearly crying myself. The bald faced lie was conveniently disguised."You both look a. "Felinfoel's one of the oldest breweries in Wales, and the beer's not cold and gassy like Allbright, nor cold and frothy like Brains, and I think you'll like it."We went all the way through to the lounge bar side, which was much quieter than the public bar, and well worth the extra penny on a pint.I remembered to pronounce it "Vellinvole", so didn't upset the landlord when I ordered two pints. Today we'd call it a 'real ale', but in those days, shortly after the big breweries had started to.