<div class="floatleft">(http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t295/JoanieSappho/Sekrit/faith_zpsvtmmwkjq.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Faith Mercer<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Diner<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Hoodie, jeans, trainers<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Andrea, Open<br/><hr/>As hazy as her head was and how good her body felt, especially with Andrea's fingers and breasts and tongue at work, it was so easy, so tempting to just give in and let the warmth slide over her, both physically and mentally.<br/>Faith had been given enough trouble in the past to distrust the easy path, and continued to try and clear her head, to re-establish her old mindset and nature rather than to let whatever was going on change them. She clung onto Andrea's words and tried to use those to pull herself clear.<br/>"But yo- mom never liked me." She mumbled back while her hips took it upon themselves to rock against her mot- against<em>Andrea's</em>hand. "So I d-don't..." she gasped, the fingering and breasts rubbing against her pushing her mind back under for a moment. ".. don't think she- you ... she? Would do this sort of  ..."<br/>The redhead shuddered and whimpered a little in aroused confusion. "What's ... what's going on? M-mom, what's happening to me?"<br/><br/>Her breasts, pressed against Andrea's, ached. Her sex, stuffed with the fingers of her mother ached and her head, held by the diner owner, ached. Faith was confused, lost and quite, quite horny.