"Amber lay on her couch silently as she read a suspense thriller she'd gotten from the school's library. She'd found a decent job at a local bookstore...to get her by with the bills for the meantime. After her accident, her parents hadn't said much to her. She was happy they still paid her rent at least. She felt lonely most of the times. It had been hard to make new friends. She missed Rebecca so much. She was lost in her thoughts when she heard someone knocking on her door. She groaned as she. It was one of the Brazilian girls with the fantastic buttocks and the wettest lips she had ever seen. She tried to remember her name but there were so many of them that she started trying to classify them by the shape and size of their nubile flanks. Several of them worked at the plant and they didn't speak English all that well but their bodies more than made up for their lack of communication skills. She marveled that they all seemed to be just eighteen years old and trained in every sexual. Again I watched intently as she walked away. She retrieved the bottle and a corkscrew. We sat down, I opened the wine, and poured 2 glasses. She served me some of the meatloaf, au gratin potatoes, and green beams. The meatloaf was excellent, better than my wife used to make. The au gratin potatoes were also wonderful. The green beans were good, I found out she had frozen them after picking them from her garden last year. I had seen a large garden out in the back yard. It was too early for. You are ready for itAnd IN you plunge the buzzing toy, nearly to the hilt...one boob has slid out from the flimsy bra, the strap droops sadly over your shoulder, no longer doing its job. In and out you slide the vibrator, faster then slower, churning, you take it out and run the soaking, buzzing vibrator atop your clit, just laying there vibrating..."Robin," I say, "if you hold the dildo from behind, with your hand coming up from below, I can see the exquisite shape of your pussy lips..." You.