I cut in and while we were dancing, Carrie said she needed to go to the bathroom.I took her upstairs and after she came back out she complained of fee...ing very tired. I suggested that we went home but she just crumbled in my arms. I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom were we had left our coats, there were two beds, one with all the coats piled on and an empty one. I laid her down and stood for a moment admiring how beautiful she looked in her short black cocktail dress. The dress was. I had just finished my shower and was drying off. Ralph walked in to the showers. He asked how the water was I said wet. He turned on the water and got under the shower. I watched him under the water. Watching him brought back so many wonderful memoirs of our time together. I wanted to run up to him and tell him who I was. I wanted to have him right there on the shower floor. He had his eyes closed under the water, so I stood there admiring him. I was staring at his cock and wishing I would. It really sinks in cause he’s still got a hold on the back of my thigh up by my ass and he’s squeezing it like it’s one of those hand exercisers. Daddy clears his throat and grumbles to Uncle Mike, “why don’t you go ahead and take a couple of practice smacks so I can tell you if you need to go harder”. I’m thinking what the fuck but it seems my body is starting to say come on and give it to me then cause I’m starting to feel a little wet in the pussy area. What the hell is wrong with me that. While I will never say that a dildo is a match for a dick, this dildo is giving me a new outlook on that question. This feels right, and I don’t want it to stop. It moves in and out, in and out, in and out, in an unflinching rhythm. I feel it reach for my cervix, only to come up short every time. My vaginal walls close in around the dildo to hug it tight and refuse to let go. My lips part to allow this rubber entrance to my most sacred place. I stifle another moan as it reaches into me. I am.