Soon she could feel the same sensations earlier as an imaginary hand began to feel her hardening cock, then the unmistakeable sensations of having her...cock stroked as the voice whispered "You want to feel as good as you did in the locker room, and then you must obey my every word!" No, no, "she moaned, "it's wrong to play with myself like this!" she muttered.The voice growing stronger and sterner replied, "But it's me playing with you and I will have my way or you will suffer!" Jim was now. Samantha tried to get me to play for the other shoe, but I folded only to hear that I was no fun. She made me deal out the rest of the cards, and I would have ended up winning with 2 pair if we had both stayed in till the end. She was complaining, but I explained, "Sometimes you fold with winning hands, but more often, you stay in with loosing hands."Now I was in blind for my other shoe, and Samantha was dealing. I had a pair of threes, and any pair is good with such a small number of players.. " Jean Miller was horrified at the very thought of which her daughter had just alluded; so horrified in fact that she was reluctant to actually put the thought into words."Yes, Mother. As hard as it is for me to be saying this, your daughter was actually considering getting an abortion." And, you're saying that Father Dan was instrumental in talking you out of it?" her mother asked."Yes. In a roundabout manner of speaking, that granddaughter of yours is here because of him. He put his life on. Peeking around the door, she was looking into the tanned, warm face of Tim. “Oh My God, you’re here, and um, oh Shit!” Emma exclaimed as her face flushed. “I wasn’t actually expecting you to get off the plane. I told Steve you had a layover and he said he’d book the room and if you didn’t show up he would so it wasn’t wasted, and wow; now you’re actually here.” She stammered. Tim enveloped her in his arms and gently kissed her lips. “Quiet baby, it’s OK. Yes I’m here for the night. The plane.