Startled, Stephanie tried to pull her hand away but her pussy would not let go.“Damn it, what the hell?” Stephanie struggled. Her pussy moaned as ...t sucked her fingers harder. The walls of her pussy contracted in such a way that as her fingers were sucked, they were grinding up against her g-spot. Despite her protest, it felt amazing and she began to give in as her orgasm began to build, this time slower but more powerful. She moaned and laid her head back as her left breast began to nudge her. “So you thought that dick would be up my ass tonight?” I asked. “Well, guess what, Bub, it’s in your fist instead. You need to get your cribbage game together.” As I spoke these words I could sense his level of arousal build further. “You know, I’m nude under this robe.” I said. “Would it help at all if I opened it?” I heard a light moan from him. “Or maybe just open it part way. What would you like to see? My tits? My pussy?” His moans became louder, more continuous and persistent. I watched. “I know, Roy. I know”, then her eyes closed as she drifted back to sleep, but the smile stayed right where it was.___________________________________________________________________________________When they were finally released from the hospital, Roy retuned to his house in the Fremont Valley. Chrissy told him she had no place to go, but would keep in touch. “Fucking right you will!”, he lovingly commanded her. “Right from the other side of our bed. You’re moving in with me!”. but he knew she. She didn't object. All of the other tables as well as the bar were occupied. The Greek waiter who served them obviously presumed that they were a couple and disapproved, but he still served them. This African immigrant had a name that Cindy was unable to pronounce properly or even remember. She didn't know if he was Christian, Muslim or Animist, but he eagerly shared a bottle of wine with her. The African had a compelling story of an impoverished upbringing in the Sudan and his parents who.