She drove slowly out of the parking lot; her attention being dragged toward the beach. Looking at the still busy stretch of sand, she wished she had m...re opportunity with Jamey. Suddenly she felt a pang of guilt. For the first time she felt as if she betrayed her daughter by having the most satisfying sex with her boyfriend. ‘Damn,’ she thought, ‘if it just wasn’t so damn satisfying I would have felt better.’ She drove across the street and found a spot overlooking the beach. Laura was at a. . walking toward them.His gait was clearly the gait of a man with troubled legs, but it was also smooth and confident. Will had told her of the hours he spent practicing, under the careful tutelage of the doctors and nurses and physical therapists. He was so used to hopping, that it was almost instinctive now and he had to overcome that. Now, though, other than his too-short left arm and the visible scars from the burning, he looked almost like any other man walking down the hall.He even was. That entrepreneurial bitch had a sideline going. She ran a call-man outfit. This friend got some of the sperm donors to sell their sperm in a different way, so to speak. They were not like other male prostitues. Their sexual prowess is secondary to their ability to provide interesting and stimulating companionship. Nevertheless they were young and virile enough to give Rosemary a good fuck each and every time. The important point was that they were all sworn to secrecy about their clients. . “Al tonight when he gets here, you’re going to sit with us, you’re going to watch him play with my pussy do you understand?” Al just shook his head yes. “Another thing both of us will be dressed only in our underwear. Now my next question is important so give it some thought. Do you want to wear your underpants or a pair of my panties?” Al’s eyes went wide open. “Frankly Al I’d like to see you in my yellow lace panties.” Al sat in chair staring at her. “Al tonight I’ve gotten out our strap on.