Refreshed and with renewed determination, she exited the shower and dried herself off. After putting on the shelf bra that Stone had left out for her,...she walked into the dining room to find Stone already eating breakfast.Once again, he said nothing, just nodded at her as he continued to eat his breakfast. Sarah, realizing she would not be able to eat or do anything else until she had informed him of her decision, walked over and stood in front of him. Standing there with her legs slightly. I was now applying stimulation to her clit, g-spot and ass all at the same time. Tina began to gasp for air. She was so excited she could barely breathe. Tina began to pull at the bed comforter and sheets with her hands. She began to pant in short bursts calling out my name and begging for more. I got in a motion with my hands and tongue where I was rocking back and forth, applying pressure on all three spots simultaneously. After 3-4 minutes of this, Tina could stand it any longer. Her pussy. Brice. Finally Mr. Brice got to the point. "Your son has had a lot of unexcused absences lately and has also been involved in several fights. I was wondering if there might have been any problems at home that might be causing his behavior." I started thinking quickly, already having expected several questions like that. "There haven't been any real problems." I told Mr. Brice. "Toby's always been good at home." We continued to talk for several minutes, mostly with Mr. Brice giving examples. He’s a tall Black guy with a thick British accent. “Where...where am I? Who....are you?”The guy smiles and introduces himself. “My name is Jeffrey Font. I’m an old friend of Violet Taylor’s. You’ve been in a coma for five months!”I’m laying there trying to figure out what the last thing I could remember was. All of a sudden, my mind flashes back to those final moments at the motel with Clark. I hear the two gunshots and Violet’s screams. I remember her giving someone a call named Jeff right.