”“I do have one major regret.”“What’s that?”“I never really had a chance to tell Jorge how truly sorry I was and how much I appreciated ...verything he tried to do for me.”I smiled, “He knew. We talked about it. He loved you, but he also knew he wasn’t right for you. He and Trish would have made a perfect couple.”“I still can’t believe he’s gone.”“I miss him, too,” I said.March 16, 1994, Chicago, Illinois“That’s the last of them!” Jessica said when she came into the kitchen on Wednesday. It’s not going to be that bad I thought and I was greeted by a few friends of mine who were there and we talked for a bit about sports, girls and food. I found Vicky talking to a girl as I approached him. The girl had shoulder length curvy dark brown hair and she was wearing purple top and tight dark jeans which showed her curves perfectly happy birthday motherfucker. I said and there was a smile on his face as he saw me and the girl turned around to look at me and I saw her face. A big smile. The vibrations start, gently massaging inside of her labia as she rubs herself on it.Click, click... Click. She cranks up the intensity a little, including starting the clitoris vibrations, and she starts going at it like she envisioned, with no hands. She sits there, wiggling and smiling, knees slightly apart, as she puts some sugar and milk in her tea.Click, click go the buttons, one notch higher for each section, and she squirms on her little toy while taking a sip of tea. She spreads her. During the week we had got to know Dianne, who was staying in that caravan and had many a long chat as we sat around in the gap between the caravans, enjoing the sun. Dianne was in her 60's, with a well maintained, rounded body, and massive, bouncy, 42DD boobs. On the friday evening, after we had been there a week, Angie was doing the washing up when she called me to come and look. Standing behind her, we both looked straight into Dianne's caravan window, where she was also doing the washing.