I debate for a second on not doing anything and then I wonder if he is doing pre-date playing. I get turned on imaging him rubbing his engorged member... I moan I mean I had heard of men masturbating before a date in hopes they last longer, and the thought of him doing just that made me throw all inhibitions into the wind. I grab my toy and slide it into my already moist pussy. I glide it in and out, lining the clit stimulator to the right spot. In and out I slide the toy, gently and slowly. I know! What I need is to get out and meet someone new. Or at least to party hard enough that I can stop thinking about her for one lousy minute. Fuck! I have never turned down so many women as I did just now. So many hot chicks, all approaching me, touching me, nearly drooling and I didn’t want one of them. None of them was her. None of them had her scent, her tits, her waist and hips and feet, her fucking cunt and eyes, those fucking eyes! Maybe I was wrong to turn down her offer, maybe I. “I leave you to consider what I have suggested and I’ll make a quick lunch as it is getting on and then you can tell me where the rest of your luggage is”, he concluded as she stood in the room that overlooked a well-kept lawn.She just stood, almost like a statue as she surveyed the room which certainly was 5 star on the accommodation she had been enduring since coming back, that had been very down sized caravan parks, now she had her own room, her own facilities and pleasant surroundings; yes. She took steps around the bed as if she knew where she was. Her heart was racing, a cold sweat broke out over her. She walked into the bathroom as if she knew where she was going, but once inside, and the lights were found without effort, she came face to face with herself, and discovered the horror. In front of her stood the reflection of a young 20 something female. A confused look dominated her face, but that drew little of her attention. Her eyes fixated on her chest, the massive breasts.