"Dammit, Barb!" I thought silently to myself, "I need you NOW more than EVER!"My wife, Barb, passed away last April. I've been trying for ten months t... handle the role of mother and father, all rolled into one. And frankly, I've been failing miserably.Amanda and I have each been through months of intensive therapy, trying to learn to cope with our loss. Amanda's even been on anti-depressants. She feels responsible for her mother's death. Barb died while texting and driving. Amanda was the. I reached a mind-blowing orgasm and felt real tingly inside as I exploded. She arrived on time and I had my place all set up. She liked what she saw. I wore jeans with a male thong beneath so that they fit my form. Her jeans hugged her caboose, as well. We talked as I gave her the ten-cent tour. As we made our way to the back, I showed her the deck and joked about what I often do. "I like to tan in the nude." What if someone sees you?" "Then they see me in all my glory, so what?! Plus, it is my. His hands touching my arms, my back; my breasts, my legs; his lips pressing against mine as we locked our mouths together, darting our tongues back and forth like it was a game. I felt an indescribable urge quelling inside my bones, something I hadn’t felt before. My tongue, my lips; my hands, my entire body moved on its own, wriggling with passion like it just couldn’t get enough. Then he took me in his arms, his hands gripping tightly around my shoulders as he stared at me intensely. I felt. It was early evening when we arrived to my home. I moved their stuff into the basement storage. I then grabbed each person out of their boxed and moved them into their cells.Each cell has cameras and microphones mounted in them to allow me to monitor their every word and movement, and on the doors I have posted a set of slave rules. The holding cells have a bed and portable toilet, water and wash bucket. There are larger living cells that have a small refrigerator and a computer terminal and a.