So there she was standing in her dining room, naked completely, her 36C tits bare and her nipples becoming hard. She leaned on the wooden wall and fel... along her body. Shortly her nipples were hard and her pussy was moist. She din’t have any lube but now she really dint need any. She opened the bubble wrap and washed the vibrating beads with the cleaning liquid and then with water thoroughly. She turned them on and it was like nothing she had seen before. They sent out small waves in her. Noticing it, Amelia laughed it off and tried to change the subject by turning the attention to a recent tattoo I had gotten on my chest. I had told her about it but since having gotten it while working in the office, she hadn’t seen it yet. She moved in closer to me and as I froze, she lifted the loose shirt off my shoulder exposing a good portion of my upper torso. As with any new tattoo, the ink was still swollen. Seeing this, she slowly drug her fingers across the tattoo only adding fuel to. Before Will knew what hit him, he was yesterday's news! That little so-and-so had picked Will's brain, then dumped him like a hot potato.This was not only Will's first major setback, it scared him from girls in general. He certainly wasn't a homosexual because he was still a non-sexual, but now a major roadblock to normalcy had been thrown in his way.Almost like the five stages of cancer effects [shock, denial, anger, introspection, acceptance], Will faced the abandonment by Lori. Except for. The men would go limp before him, and the women would spread their legs. All hail Roy, King of Portsmith. “You like that?” He smacked her again and enjoyed her shriek in response. “No … only for … David.” Linda’s fingertips dug into the paint on her wall. “You know … you’re telling me … that you’re saving your pussy … for your son … right?” Roy laughed again. “You’re a sick … bitch … Mrs. Riles.”“Oh … God.” Linda shook uncontrollably. People weren’t supposed to talk to her like that. “You and ….