” “I know, I’m sorry James, I’m disappointed, that’s all. Let’s get that coffee.” It was a bitterly cold weekend in her home town in the... Outer Hebrides of Scotland. There was no sign of the snow thawing and the daffodils looked like they had been deep frozen, the yellow buds halted in the moment of emergence. Phoebe spent the weekend strumming on her guitar in her bedroom, mulling over what Andrea had said. Could she really turn her career around? Did she have what it needed, deep down to make. She was sitting on the floor next to her dollhouse combing her dolly's hair. Inside was a family similar to that which made up her own family. The mommy was in the kitchen cooking. While the daddy was thrown in the trash. The baby was her dolly that she kept close to her in her hands."Daddy's stupid. Daddy Stupid." She kept saying and crying the whole time.In her mind she couldn't understand why her daddy had missed her dance recital. 'He said that he would be there. I just wish he knew how it. We crawled, as silently as we could, to positions near Lucy. Peeking over the lip of the berm, I saw what Lucy was watching.Once I had seen enough, I backed down the reverse face of the berm, and gestured for Emily and Lucy to join me.“What woke you?”, I asked Lucy.“I heard them crashing through the leaves, and then I heard them talking. I dressed, grabbed my guns, and went to see what was happening, before I disturbed you guys.”Emily beat me to the rejoinder. “Lucy! How did you know that they. ..." I said.She removed her hands from her already slippery slit and started to massage both breasts, occasionally pinching and tugging on her nipples and letting out low moans of pleasure..."That's it baby," I said. "Imagine I'm devouring your succulent breasts - I love seeing how hard your nipples are getting while you do that....now move your hands down your stomach to the top of your pubic bone....good, now caress your inner thighs....imagine me tonguing my way down your hot body, lifting.