On me and I groaned; she hardly needed to move, not for me, not with what she was doing with her vagina. 'Kegel exercises' I thought; I'd heard of the..., but never, never experienced anything like it. She began to move, pressing herself against my hardness until I felt her vagina spasming on me as she came, then I was joining her in ecstasy ... and weeping. She lay on me, kissed me, my lips and my eyes."Baby," I croaked."Hush," she replied, her vagina still holding, squeezing me; she wasn't. When he came back out, I acted like I woke up and went into the bathroom to pee. When I got in there, I took off my panties and put my pink pants back on and then sat down to use the potty. I made sure I hit the water with my pee so he could hear. When I was done, I pulled up my pants without wiping and rubbed my pussy through my pants. This made a nice wet spot on my crotch. I then went back out and sat down and watched TV with my legs spread enough to give him a good look at the wet spot. . Then, I recognized the humming noise as my personal little vibrator that I used to "take off the edge" when Harry shot his load too quickly and left me panting in continued anticipation. If the old fool was using that in the bathroom, there is only one place he could be putting it. I chuckled to myself thinking it was fair payback for the times he talked me into taking it up the bum.I could hear what sounded like whispering from the bathroom. The lights were all off and even we spirits have. She really hated those games that were second nature to most females in well-behaved society because they spoke to her of a certain level of duplicity and deceit was never her forte, if the truth be known.Honeysuckle was much better at the direct approach to coupling confrontations and she was more comfortable with whispers under her breath right in her partner’s ear than in disguised suggestions easily misunderstood by a member of the opposite sex. There could be no doubt where things were.