The recovery is now in the hands of the people you've touched. You've got to allow them to spread your treatment and knowledge. Once they do, people w...n't be so hesitant of other people. When that occurs, they'll all begin reaching out again."You can't get morose over the speed of recovery. Things happen at their own pace. Instead, you prepare for those who do reach out. They'll turn to your broadcasts, desperate for the latest updates and revelations. You've been replaced as the individual. Him pressing in until the pain came, easing back, waiting, me saying "OK" and him pressing again. Each time he went a little deeper before it hurt much. He was caressing my back and my ass, and in between tries he leaned onto me, kissed my neck and played with my nipples. Sexy. Finally he pressed in and my ass muscles were stretched enough to give way. In he slid, slow, gentle. I gasped, never so full. He slid deep, as deep as he could go, his damp thighs and stomach against my cheeks. He. After another minute, Cory asked, "Can you turn the radio up?" If I do, I won't be able to talk with you, I barely can hear you now," Alex responded."That's okay," Cory said, "we'll let you drive and rock out to your eighties tunes." It's the eye of the tiger," my husband sang, as he turned up the radio to the Survivor tune.Cory was on his phone. Suddenly my phone vibrated.It was in my purse, so I reached down and in doing so I ground my pussy on my son's very hard cock. I couldn't deny it... I. .Fleetingly...Between her legs…but her hands did not linger there…with both hands she caressed her erect nipples…and proceeded to gently as though with butterfly wings caress her entire body..Her eyes nearly closed…mere slits…her eyelids heavy…but her eyes almost sleepy still focused on me..“Pa” she gasped. As she touched her inner thigh…startling herself…her lids flew open…she was invoking her own father…this realization unsettling her for a moment…also giving me pause…is she in a self-induced.