.." Sie gab mir einen Kuss auf die verschwitzte Stirn. Daraufhin wandten sich die beiden zum Gehen und verschlossen wieder die Box.Noch 3 mal sprang d...e Maschine mitsamt der Prostatamassage an. Beim letzten Mal fühlte ich mich wie ausgequetscht. Wenigstens schaffte ich es, dazwischen immer wieder kurz und unruhig zu schlafen.Am nächsten morgen wurde ich vom Geschirr befreit und aus der Box geführt. Meine Gliedmaßen fühlten sich steif an. Zu meiner Überraschung wurde ich in einen Duschraum. .. what was missing was the link between me and my Mum. When Dad died, she could have treated me as her last surviving piece of dad, but she went in the opposite way, and rejected me in her grief. All these years of grief, and she probably blamed me for being in my push chair, there with him. If he hadn’t been out, doing his parental duty, pushing me in my push-chair, he might not have been killed. I am sure that is what Mum thought. She blamed me for his death, so couldn’t bring herself to. “It’s a remote control.” She cooed, squirming in her seat. “For what?” I asked, curiously. “For the vibrator buried in my pussy.” She admitted. “I thought it might make for an interesting day.” “How’s it work?” I was getting interested to say the least. “Top button sets the speed, next button adjusts the intensity, the third button does various patterns and the last button is the on/off switch.” She coached. “Pretty simple really, but I think it’ll become apparent once you start playing with. The weather had freshened up a bit with the temperature dropping a little. However, she had worn the exact same thing as before. Smiling, she bent over and placed her purse on the ground by the chair giving me the vision of her breasts dangling freely inside the shirt. She looked up at me, rose up, and then sat down. I spread my legs slightly apart giving myself some breathing room for the boys. She sat back against the chair and her nipples were readily apparent to me and anyone else looking. .