A nurse, actually a pretty young woman, is leaning over your chest adjusting the lines that ground you to the earth, and you smell her. It smells like...something from a place you might have once called home. She is like someone you once knew, but the feeling is different. You want to say something, but your mouth is so dry. Your tongue is stuck to the roof of your mouth, and you struggle to move it. Panic. Don’t panic. ‘Water,’ you manage to say. ‘Oh! It lives. It speaks,’ the girl says with. So we got in my car, immediately, and went to the adult bookstore in town. After about 15 minutes, she finally made her choice. She picked a purple variable speed dick which was about 9 inches in length.On our way back, this time to my house, Stacy kept looking at me and blushing... Anticipating the fun we were about to have.Within minutes of getting into my room we had the batteries in the thing and our clothes off. Stacy was lying down on her back on my bed with her knees up in the air. . I had done every home repair and maintenance project I could think of and still couldn't keep myself busy enough. I worked hard to keep my mind off what had happened to me, but it was difficult to resist going over and over her words in my mind. We were nothing alike, she said. We were opposites and after a while she got tired of trying to find common ground."Hi, Andy, it's Ruth." Hello, Ruth. How are you?" Fine, thank you. Carla has gone to spend a couple of days with our parents. They aren't. Now I reached for and caressed her tits, I swear these were the tits of a teenager! Firm, resilient, a small aureole and an almost virginal nipple that was so hard against my hand. Maybe daytime fucking just seems more erotic, dirtier than the night time version, I know mom was breathing hard and I was sure that her boob was ten years younger than the last time I hefted it.Sex is a lot like war, I was afraid to leave the couch for fear mom would change her mind, but how to get her jeans off..