Thankful that I wasn't, I asked her where I might treat her to dinner, "How about Eddie's Den, (an old hangout from the past) or is it no longer there..." Why don't we fix something, right here?" Celia countered, but I insisted.She drove there in no time, and as we poured over the menus, I caught her glimpsing over the top of her's, at me!Could she tell I was having problems? I didn't want to burden her, but I thought of no one else that I felt comfortable, around.We both had filet mignon with. The burn in her cunt was impossible now. She jerked and twisted. She humped a few more strokes, whined, and gave up her womanhood to the machine. Throb, throb, throb. It was absolutely as good as her husband. She spent fully and completely, reveling in her new openness and understanding of her own powerful sexuality which might even approach the machine's.She worked it all off, enjoying Sam's slow, steady fucking as he took her through her orgasm until she tapered.Back on her sex high, as. Allison rolled her eyes, then Rachael left the room and descended the stairs again. Jeff merely closed his eyes and allowed himself to drift off to sleep.He awoke two hours later, his headache completely gone. He glanced around, but Allison was nowhere in sight. Part of him wanted to lie there in bed for a while longer, but another part wanted to get up and go look for Allison. He didn't get much chance to spend time alone with her, so he wasn't about to waste this opportunity sleeping.He sat. That's what Chelly is trying to give you both tonight, and quite honestly, I couldn't be more proud of her."Then gently putting her hands on his face, "Please, Bob, let Heather take you home with her and let nature take whatever course it will. She may not be ready for any true intimacy, but you can be there for her." Well, if last night's sleep fest was any indication, she seems ready for intimacy, but that may have been some kind of bravado because she knew of 'the restriction'. It'll be.