“Mom, it’s so pink.”“Yes honey, but don’t concentrate on that. Tell me where my vagina is.”“Mom, I think it’s here.”Patricia yelped ...n surprise when a finger suddenly slid up her snatch. The switch had beenflipped, and lust completely overtook Patricia now.“Mom, it so tight and hot. Why is it so oily?”She could not answer him. After years of celibacy, just a finger in her body was enough to send her pussy boiling. Already, it was spasming, close to orgasm.“Pull your finger out slowly honey,”. As they talked, Julie learned a little about her.She was a doctor over from India to do her Ph.D. at the John Lyons School of Medical Research, another research school on campus. However, she had just moved into an office in the new hospital. Anjolie had obviously been diverted from her Ph.D. into some kind of side project.Julie kept asking Anjolie what, exactly, she was working on, but she always managed to evade Julie's questions by the simple expedient of responding with another question of. "The light," you told yourself, time after time. "I must reach the light." ************************************************************************ "What a cold, boring night," I said to myself.While sitting in my red, long underwear, by the fire, I nursed a strong, cup of black coffee. The coffee, I had to make it over the fire. There was nothing else to do, the electricity had gone out hours ago. "Storm must have knocked a tree down over a high-line, or a car hit one. Naa, no one would be on. Me? I couldn’t give a rat's ass because — as you may have read in my earlier journal entries — I do not like sports. For my awesome husband, however… well, his favorites, the Boston Bruins are in the Stanley Cup playoffs. For me, the best thing about that is knowing that, along with other season ticket holders, he’ll be busy for four to seven nights. Actually, I planned on going to St. Louis for games three and four but he decided to take his son and that’s oil and water with me. So, I will be.