Time to sleep.Saturday morning....Shave, shower, dress femme for shopping, need food, check on girl. She hasno clothes except what I didn't wreck pull...ng them off her. She does havepanties, bra, shoes. Her blouse is a mess, skirt and jacket are OK but Idon't want them on her. I want to get some sexy stuff for her. I'll hitthe mall and get some panties, bras, stockings. Maybe a pair of shoes thenFredericks for half and pushup bras. Hey, Fredericks for some good heels.Yeah. Then I'll order. Edy wasn’t sure what Jorge thought of her inspection, but as she tried to suck in the wide hooded head of his cock he pulled her over and on top of him and pressed his tongue into her hairy pussy. Edy kept herself clean and trimmed but never fully shaved, her bush only adding to the extended thickness of her labia, a mere layer of warm fuzz for any man brave enough to stick his tongue into her steamy valley of delight. Edy always thought men unwilling to eat bush to be a waste of her time, most. I stood off in the darkness beyond the campfire, as it were. I tried striking up conversations, but people-especially girls-made quick exits and found excuses not to be anywhere near me.It all came crashing back on me while I was lying in the hospital. There is nothing that brings on the acuity of loneliness than being all by yourself in a hospital bed, knowing nobody will come visit you or hold your hand. Once I found out my parents had died, I really was completely alone in the world. Both my. That must be why he couldn’t see me. If he loved me as much as he had said, the frustration must be as terrible for him as it was for me.There was no sign of his car ninety minutes later as I drive myself home, my fifty-one year old body aching pleasantly from exertion.The class had been tough but I had wanted it to be; only something hard and physical could take my mind away from all that had just happened at home. I added kilograms to my hand weights and tried even harder to keep pace with.