”“So… do you like the purple wand or not?”“Fuck no! Sure, I mean, sure, it was a mind-blowing orgasm, but no way it’s worth the torment. T...at damned purple thing just sets my teeth on edge, kind of like nails on a chalkboard.”“Yeah, some people have that reaction to electrostim.”They were quiet for a moment, and then Melissa asked hesitantly, “Ah, that’s not a favorite toy of yours, is it.”“No… but it could be.”Melissa’s eyes flew open. She stared at him in dread, until she saw a smile lurking. Her aunt has been admitted to hospital, so she wanted to go up to see her. I'm on call so couldn't go with her. Anyway, now you're here, would you like a drink? You look a little out of puff." Yes, it's a bit of a hill to ride up. Could I have an orange squash please?"Belle was wearing a pink towelling robe and as she poured me a drink in the kitchen, I noticed her legs and bare feet had some droplets of water on still. "Hey, did I get you out the bath, Belle? I'm really sorry." Oh it's OK, I. ”“I think he does, Christine is weaving her web around your son and I just wanted him to know it.” “You know how I feel about it dear, it’s none of our business.”“Oh well, doesn’t matter, we just agree to disagree on that. No big deal.”And as she’s talking and turning to look at dad, then at me, her skirt rises up, showing her nylons. She doesn’t wear those clingy things like Christine does but she’s got killer legs anyway. When she turns to put her arm around dad’s neck, her blouse opens up. Next to her chair on the floor of the porch there was a gallon jug about 3/4 full of moonshine. On the other side of the chair was a small table with a pack of cigarettes and an empty mason jar. This old gal was passed out drunk and There wasol' Rusty with his head up under the woman's dress just a lapping away at her pussy. Her thin cotton dress was pulled up to her waist and one hand down between her legs.I was afraid at first that she might be dead. Then she kind of snorted and drew a deep.