She had been swimming in deep warm water and the pernicious tingling and itch had been unbearable. She had begged Geoff to scratch it. He had only gri...ned his devilish grin and told her to scratch it herself. He had told her he wanted to watch her. She had tried, but no matter how hard she had rubbed at it, it had just gotten worse and worse. She had been weeping in need when she woke.Slowly, almost shyly her fingers found their way to her center. She forced her mind to picture Geoff watching. "The woman rose. "You two seem to be getting on fine."The RAD chirped in her ear, "Sally, say 'Thank you, Jigglypants'".Sally giggled. "That wouldn't be nice!"The woman spoke, with a bit of a sparkle. "Good day, Sally. My name is Jigglypants. Call me if you need me."Sally's mouth dropped open. "But..." All the RADs are good friends, Sally. Mine told me to tell you my name was Jigglypants, so I did. What did yours tell you?" It told me to say, 'Thanks you, Jigglypants'".The woman laughed. "There. ’ And what a bride! My chest and the heart within froze as I beheld her beauty. Her face was chiseled elegance, at once too perfect to be real yet too majestic to be otherwise. Her eyes sparkled as they moved in a pattern timed with each methodical step. The dress was lovely, made lovelier by the consummate figure beneath it. As she passed, I saw her jet-black hair shimmer as it trailed onto her back in much the same manner that the train of her dress sparkled as it slid across the crimson. She was getting really worked up and quickly, knees wide and continually humping the air as my hands mauled her chest. My chest, though, gently pressed her back up to a sitting position.Mother had confided in me tonight, after the fourth full glass of expensive wine, telling me that she knew why I just happened to walk in to her bedroom when she was half dressed for all those years between puberty and leaving home. Rather than be disappointed or disgusted, my first guess if I had to make one,.