Ah yes! The kiss. I'd almost forgotten about that. I put my hands on her sides, like before and she had hers on my arms again. I could feel the warmth...of her body on my hands. We came together slowly, our lips gently meeting. I spread my fingers, my thumbs now brushing the sides of her breasts. Her lips parted and we kissed with more passion. This time there was no knock at the door! We broke the kiss and looked at each other. I could see the impression of her nipples on her blouse and I'm sure. The men's flannel shirt she was wearing was filthy, as though she'd crawled through a sewer, and I could at least try to prevent infection, and improve her smell. I unbuttoned her shirt, pulled it off (not easy with a dead weight), then reached behind her and unsnapped her bra (a very lovely lace pattern again, and a match for the panties, go figure), and gently took it off her, revealing her small breasts and her pretty little pink nipples and areolas, like a small girl's (the nipples, not her. Ma proceeded to give me intensive instruction course on female anatomy, hygiene and functions. Now I learned what those bloody rags and pads were that I had come across a few times. They were not some sort of bandages used in ways I hadn’t figured out. A week later, Ma took a day off work at Maggie‘s Hair Salon. She said that she had to see a doctor in another town where she was unknown. When she returned I was shown a round rubber thing she called a diaphragm. She explained that there were. She took the dildo and rubbed it up and down her pussy. Then she started to try to push it in. I asked if I could help her and she shouted, yes fuck me with it. I reached over and took it from her hand. I put a finger in her hole and got juices from her wetness. Then I rubbed it on the top of the rubber cock. I put the cock on her pussy and started to push it in. Linda moaned and thrust her hips towards me. Soon I was fucking her hard with the dildo and watched Linda reach one of may orgasms.