Leslie jumped back startled. ‘Now, Ms. Ryan, I’ve heard your case before, I’ll spare you details, but this is a new one.’ He looked at her dir...ctly. ‘So tell me, what’s your problem?’ ‘I…uh…don’t have a problem?’ She pushed a blonde lock out of the way. ‘Really? Okay, I guess you can go then. I’ll let the delivery man know he hallucinated you yelling at him then passing out. That the EMTs didn’t actually perform CPR on you when you crashed in the bus to the ER. Or the nurses and doctors didn’t. Call me.” She pressed my phone into my hand, leaned in to plant a kiss on my cheek, and opened her car door. “I’m available this weekend.” I stepped back, and she waved to me as she drove out of the parking lot.I barely remembered driving back to my motor home. The whole situation was nearly unbelievable, but here it was. This young and attractive woman was actually interested in me, and not just casually. We had each noticed the other, and I’d had no idea that she felt that way about me.So, to. I was concentrating on trying to figure out just how far he was in. This kept me from concentrating on the pain. It did hurt, a lot, but it begun to ease a little. My entrance wasn't burning as much. Most of the pain seemed to be coming from deeper inside me, where his cock head was pushing into places where nothing had been before. Then I felt a very strange sensation. My breathing became quicker and shallower than ever. I felt what seemed like small electrical shots from clit, radiating out. "C'mon, Laddie. We got all day now to play."Laddie barked in response to her soothing voice. He leaped up on the bed, his tail wagging, and licked her face. then he rolled on his side, wanting his belly scratched."Mmmmmmm," Christine murmured, her wide blue eyes setting on his hairy cock sheath. The memory of his glistening red cock rushed back to haunt her. "God, I gotta tell Tracy." She grabbed the phone off the nightstand and dialed. "Hello, Mrs. Chandler?" Christine recognized the voice of.