I wasn’t sure, but decided to go with her. We ate lunch and she asked me about moving down to Florida, and what made me want to come down here. I to...d her about my ex and she said “ I guess I can see that would make you want to get out.” I told her “ finding your wife having sex with someone else will make you either angry or full of rage” . I just knew that I needed to get away from her and never see her again. She handed me her card and told me that she would take care of lunch. I said. The straps, she thought, mean I'm capable of doing myself some damage, I can move, say, roll out of bed, and they don't want that. Movement capability meant no paralysis -- double check on that horror, spinal cord intact. She re-studied the sensation-miasma, the huge two-phased aching, and couldn't get a handle on it, neither a good description nor an explanation. And Oh-by-the-way, where the hell was George? If they'd had a car accident, it should be HIM, not nursey-p*o, keeping vigil in her. Slap! Slap! Slap! My balls and dick are feeling really good, and I suddenly realize this isn't foreplay, she intends to get me off! My hips and legs are over my head, my dick is in fact directly over my head and pointing at my hair. "No! Don't do this!" I plead. She just starts giggling. Slap! Slap! Slap! I can feel my dick and balls start to tighten involuntarily, and I flex my legs in one last desperate attempt to get out of this position. Slap! "This will be hilarious" she says. Slap! "What. I needed a good fuck,” said Jodie with her head still resting on Robyn’s tummy area.“Go clean up my sluts. It’s time for bed.”Jodie got up off her knees and stood up. Robyn got up off the Futon and then the two ladies left the den and headed off to the bedroom to clean up.A little while later and we had a pillow and sheet on the Futon for Jodie’s bed. She got under the sheet naked and Robyn and I headed off to our bed. We also got under our sheets naked.We were all soon fast asleep.Four.