She felt like a virgin again, except she was giving it to someone special, and knew it would be a wonderful experience. Those lips, that tongue, and t...at hand were all generating their own little sensations, tiny tingles that moved through her from toes to scalp to fingertip, finally settling in her groin. It was the first time Betty thought she might cum without anything touching her pussy.Again those lips returned to hers, teasing, tantalizing, not satisfying her growing passion. When her. Cleaning the rest of the house I couldn’t get the image of that vibrator out of my head. I couldn’t understand why Mrs Walden had one and why she had left it on the bedside table in full view. Was it deliberate? It got to lunchtime and my day’s chores were almost done. I made myself a sandwich as I always knew mum would make a large dinner. I sat in the lounge with a coffee. Goldie staring at me still and that fake cock in the bedroom had my head in a spin. Finally it was too much. Cleaning up. I kept an eye on my watch, and after 10 minutes I loosened the stick, and the cut started bleeding freely again. After a minute or so I retightened the tourniquet. About that time I heard the unmistakable sound of an ambulance gurney (those wheels make a distinctive sound) on cement coming near.I explained what I had witnessed and what I had done to control the bleeding. The ambulance crew called for the police. I was asked to move away, so that the real medics (???) could take over. I asked if. I’d bet you could even get a little bidding ward going. Plus, whoever buys it will probably want the same deal I gave you, a free premium membership, and will bring it in so we can still both fuck it and use it. It’s a win-win!”“I guess it wouldn’t hurt to see what kind of money they’d be willing to fork over,” Edward admitted. “I just don’t know if it would be enough.”“You could always sell it to an underground breeder,” Daniel suggested coyly.Edward furrowed his brow, “What? What the hell is.