I can’t make any promises to you right now about the future.”“I know. Which is why you shouldn’t have offered.”Angie nodded, “I know.”Th...re was a knock at the door. I got up and opened it to find Clarissa, Sophia, and Sandy. I invited them in, shutting, but not locking, the door behind them.“You don’t look so hot,” Clarissa observed.“Jocelyn,” I said.Clarissa nodded, “We were afraid of that. When you closed your door after Angie came in, we figured you were upset. Are you doing OK?”“No, but. The orgasm was close. I pounded myself, demanding to cum, requiring it. It grew and hit me with an outburst as I came awkwardly and powerfully. One finger was inside my asshole while my other hand masturbated hard in the front, sustaining the climax as long as I could. The throes subsided and I brought myself back upright, leaving my eyes closed a minute to enjoy the after rush. Then I licked my fingers clean and pulled my bottoms back up."One more dip in the pool to clean off and freshen up,". ”I took a breath. “About that. The driver was a seventeen year old girl driving her father’s pickup on an errand. She had the phone up like this,” I pantomimed holding a phone at chest level, “and the airbag smashed it into her lower face.”“Oh, no,” Jo breathed.“The impact broke her left wrist and her thumb, and shattered her jaw. Her mother came by yesterday to see how you were doing, and she told me what had happened. The girl is devastated, both by her own injuries, and by how badly you were. Roz is two years younger than Jane and a businesswoman up in the city in some large banking organisation and always working even when here with us. She’s a delightful piece of eye candy at 5'2' in her business attire and when we go out for a Sunday lunch at the local, she’s in jeans and tight-fitting white blouse with matching shoes. Roz prefers her hair short and mousy blond in a retro 60’s style. You cannot fault her makeup, hardly anything on but looks good which frames her face in gentle.