Tom's phone buzzed, and he paused stroking to look at what he knew was a message from Mark, then replied, attaching another photo. Joan at the mirror,...checking her makeup, skirt riding up and black stockings and garters on display."Mostly just me goofing off with the camera. Nothing pro but enough to get my motor humming."He hesitated a moment before hitting send."Another of Ashley?"Mark looked at Tom's message, noticing that it was worded as a question. But there was a subtext that made it. "You know, I have never tried it before. Partly because the one got so much attention that I felt the urge to play with the other. Partly because I never felt coordinated enough to try and do both at the same time." Stephanie gave a little laugh."Do you prefer that we leave your penis alone? I mean, you are a girl. Does it make you uncomfortable if…" I wasn't really how to express my thoughts."Actually, this is the first time anyone ever asked me that. Most men didn't take the time to. Better still, they looked just like an electric rock guitar or bass, and that would go over well with him. On a hunch, I ordered one three-quarter sized bass in a burnt orange color with white trim. It wasn’t terribly expensive at $175, so I felt it was worth the risk.There was something else I wanted to do as well.“Hi Mama, can I speak to Marianna, please,” I said.“Of course you can, Nico. She’s right here.” I could hear the smile in her voice. I had no illusions about her wish for her. I will wear you out tonight.’ Well…she wore me out and I think that when she went home she was still horny for some more. Too bad that hubby wasn’t there to reap the benefits. He had left her and moved away. I had been working on her to stay and get back into the swing of things, but her mental state was one of on the edge of going down. I backed off when I saw the haunted look in her eyes. I knew that from past experience, she was close to going over the edge and that was not what I wanted to.