At least it was progress.The next thing I was aware of was being rolled and washed. The rolling thing was fine, unless you count the excruciating head...pain it caused. My screams were all internal. I still wasn't making sounds. That little side trip into agony was as exhausting as trying to speak to Rebecca.Then someone thought to medicate me before moving me around, and the excruciating part of my day was converted into stabbing pain, for only thirty minutes.Progress is progress.It was late at. Erica stayed silent, awkward around people she wasn't familiar with. "So, hey, what's your name?" Susan asked the brown-haired beauty. "My name's..."~~~Erica was decidedly curious on why Susan thought that a spray against her pussy would be pleasurable. Erica had never tried masturbating before and also had heard things from her girlfriends on the "magic" of paying attention to pleasuring her pussy. She had her boyfriend for that!The brown-haired woman turned the shower on and reached for the. ” she was turning out to be quite adventurous. Not the shy aunty i had expected. I pulled out my finger and lay on the bed. “climb aboard baby, i want to taste your pussy too.” she needed no further encouragement and swung a leg over my face placing her pussy inches away from my eager tongue. I stuck my tongue out and touched her clit teasing it with quick flicks. She lowered herself down and grasped my cock in her hand and began to suck with renewed vigor. My hands grasped her ass as i shoved. Then they walked down the back stairs, where thewalker would not slow down others. Rachael was surprised to see the hallnearly full. Mrs. Winchester took her walker through the line, tellingthe servers what to put on the plate that Rachael carried. After theygot a slice of lemon pie that Pastor Helen said she made, they headedback to the tables, and found Kevin Ripley just finishing his meal.Rachael sat Mrs. Winchester there, and gathered Kevin's plate and silverto take back to the crew of the.