"You're missing a great game," she said. "The half-time show is about to start. And your wife is upset with you. She told us you were probably out her... playing with your car and adding some kind of super turbo thingy on it and just lost track of time." Samantha, have I ever told you how beautiful you are?" I asked her. She just smiled and looked away shyly."Hurry up and do whatever it is you're doing," she gushed. "I saved you some of your pizza."ElaineI don't understand football. I mean I know. What can I say?" What you can say is what's true for you. If you want her to come back, be sure she knows that. If you liked having her around, tell her. More than once. I'm sure she was scared to death when she had to care for you after your bike wreck." I can see what you're saying and I can certainly follow your advice." You can't get away from it. Women are word people and men are action people. Most women need to hear words — they are accustomed to talking a lot more than men do, much. Anyway, I stuck my fingers up my vagina and pulled the bullet out. As I was trying to get a good hold on it I decided that I’d have to start kegel exercises so that I can use my pussy muscles to squeeze it out. They might help with my gaping vagina as well.After it was out I went and washed it then put it on the charging pad. Looking at my little collection I grabbed 1 dildo and 1 vibrator the lay back on my bed. Fifteen minutes later my second orgasm arrived with the dildo still deep inside. As he came up I opened the door and received the medicine. The delivery guy looked to be about in his 30's, mid-white, sandy blonde hair and was a head taller than me. He wore brown khaki pants, black walking shoes, a white t-shirt and open rain coat. As I was signing for delivery of the medicine, the left side of my robe fell open showing my bra. The delivery guy gave a bit of a excited little move forward to get a closer look. Handing him over the pen and clipboard with my signature i.