There was a sudden knock on my door, I yelled," Wait a minute." I quickly went to the bathroom grabbing a towel wrapping it around me.Then I went to t...e door opening it, Gina was standing there. I invited her in and closed the door. Gina said, " her car would not start." There was no verbal response from me, I had just reached for her, a deep animal-like groan erupting from his throat," AGH!AGH!" and pulled her roughly to me. Her soft covered sun dress ripped away like so much tissue. Nothing! I knew where I had left it last night; under my panties in my bottom drawer right next to my vibrator like I always did. My vibe was still there, but he must have seen it when he took the journal.Then another, even more, frightening thought entered my head, and I looked under my bed again and pulled out a small suitcase that I had stored all my sex toys and Dom/sub things in all these years. The lock to the suitcase had been broken open and nothing seemed to be missing, but it was. No, Laura has better instincts than that, Dan was sure. He must be a sex icon as Dan pictured him. If they had sex once before dinner, how many times would they screw when they got home? Two more times maybe, that would be three in one day, in one night. Laura and I rarely do three, maybe once a year and on a Saturday with all day together and all of Sunday to recover. Today is Monday, they have to work tomorrow. Laura wouldn’t spend the night, would she? Did she take an extra change of. Disturbed by Mom's death, I lay awake at night, unable to sleep. I had worn pajamas for the first [censored] years of my life, but, now, I always felt overheated. I guess it was nervousness. But I took to sleeping naked. And (I hope the men here won't think badly of me), I began to part my soft, smooth thighs and reach down between my legs to achieve hust a little relief for my yoing, overheated body, gasping as I thought of a man taking me, owning me, posessing me totally. Just writing about.