I'll keep yours, and you*will* come by to play again tomorrow." He pauses to let the words sinkin.He lets the key fall between the slats. It lands on ...he photo. I squatdown and collect both. I fold the photo and go to put it in my pocket.Pocket? What pocket? My hands run all over my skirt and vest looking fora pocket. I trace the cups and underwire of the bra under my clothes. Icup the missing breasts in my palms. I run my hands down my sides,feeling the vest, the bra straps and the blouse. My. All of a sudden, something cold and smooth was caressing my entrance. Before I could realize what it was, it started vibrating, and moans just started pouring out of my mouth outside of my control. The vibrator - what I later realized to be a vibrating dildo, in fact - continued to torture my sensitized clit and labia, the tension building and building with no release. Then it started pushing its way in, still vibrating. I was already so open that it slid all the way inside with almost no. I didn't have to be at school until eight.We exchanged good mornings and I went into the bathroom and started the hot water running to let it warm up. I put a new blade in my razor and got into the shower. I shampooed my hair and used my liquid body wash. Then I soaped up my pubic hair. It was soon obvious that it would have been easier if I had trimmed it first with scissors. It was my first time, what did I know.Still, it wasn't that bad. My pubic hair was as blonde as the hair on my head,. ...." I responded. This one landed like a bullet to the back of the head. And I knew the inevitable was imminent. A massage? Really?She arrived looking stunning. Simple black slacks, white blouse; elegant and understated. The dinner went well. The scent of herbs and roast chicken suffused the room as I set the casserole down. The wine was perfect, the air thick with sexual tension. And then another guest arrived. The 'Kevin' Christy knew had excused himself to visit the men's room and the other.