On the small screen a full body mannequin with the same collar she wore can be clearly seen in the back of a truck. After a few seconds, the truck beg...ns to slowly pull away down the road, the crunch of gravel crackled through the tiny speakers of the phone. When the truck reached a point about 50 to 60 feet away from the camera a distinct ‘pop’ was heard as the head of the mannequin flew 5 feet into the air, landed on the gravel road, and slowly rolled to a stop. The cameraman quickly made his. He decides to sit tight order a beer and listen in although he has mixed thoughts about ease dropping on her conversation. "So what have you been up to 7-11" she giggles, "stop that shit. I haven't been called that in 3 years. For your information imp married to a great guy and doing pretty good so what brings you guys up here? The guys all say I unison "bachelor party!!” they all laugh "you know Pam we could definitely use a little entertainment if you know what I mean" Pam gives a tisk "I. .. he holds my cheeks apart and brings his face close. I hear him inhale my intimate smells and he can see my bare pussy lips redden as my heat rises. he purses his lips and blows on my little hole watching and feeling me shiver as his breath tickles my private parts. he tells me he can actually see my lips pulse as i tense and relax my tummy muscles. he has large enough hands that he can reach far enough with his fingers that when he kneads my flesh, his fingers apply tension to my pubic. He might as well have been using a Stairmaster at the gym and then straining to take a shit as experiencing an orgasm within her. Sad to say, I knew exactly how Lucile felt and together we marveled how lonely it can be while in bed with a distant partner. I don’t remember where in the conversation we began holding hands. I do remember kissing away large, wet tears in Lucile’s brown eyes and perhaps a second or a minute or a lifetime later our lips found each other’s and we were kissing like.