I opened the door and welcomed her in. (the robe surprised me, but in a nice way) I told her it was great to see her again. She responded with a "Hey,...we're both oldsters, and we know why I'm here. How about a shower!?" I responded with a tug at the sash of her robe. The sash fell to the floor - the robe popped open - and I got to see what had been hidden by her bathing suit. I sighed - led her to the bath suite - and we got soapy. Select parts of our bodies got VERY clean! After rubbing. “Forget that,” she said, “Just get in the car and go. Drive until…” She paused, “Just get as far inland as you can. And don't stop for anything.”“Aren't you coming?” said Mei. “It's too late,” Ronnie said, and held up her hand so that Mei could see the webbed fingers. Mei gave her a look of pity, but nodded. She buckled Sandra into her car seat, packed all the food in the house that wouldn't spoil into the trunk and, without sparing a glance behind, she drove off. Ronnie watched her go. The. She hated this feeling. She felt like she was going to be sick, literally sick. Moving to her final bag, she put the last of her personal items in it, her eyebrows furrowing as she saw a piece of paper stuck in between her bottle of shampoo and conditioner. It was the note that she had never seen from Wes that night in the hotel. She read it, tears slipping down her cheeks and crumpled it in her hand. Tossing it into the trash, she picked up her bag and flung it over her shoulder before picking. We had previously discussed a safe word, and she didn't use it, so I had to assume that she wanted me to continue despite the pain. The dildo was mostly in her ass now, right along side my dick. While by dick was still buried all the way, the dildo had yet to pass it's thickest point. Lauren had stopped trying to slap my hand away, but her ass itself was still resisting quite a bit. Her breath had become short and excited by this point. She was panting into my ear, with her entire body still.