’ I cried and laughed at the same time. ‘Nothing can take away the pain. Not even sleeping with you.’ I could see tears in her eyes and she smil...d. ‘No, not even sex can take away the pain of losing someone.’ She held me close and my throat closed up. I don’t know how long I cried on her shoulder. I felt like Sharon had just left me that morning. All the pain tore at my insides again. She led me back to the couch and poured herself a drink of vodka. She looked me in the eye and tossed it back.. The awakening she was going through, had her body moving to the rhythm of her hands. With her digits working with soft strokes, around her pussy lips, her tiny, cute clit sprung to life. Almost, like her hands were waiting for this, they went to work on her clit. Just touching it and waiting, then again, and again, never spending more than a second on it. Her other hand began to work a little rougher on her tits.At this point Kelly was moaning lightly, unable to wake herself from her body's. I’m sorry ‘bout this but...”“Gaawwddd!” I hissed out as the doctor pushed that plastic medical device about two inches into my rectum.“Keep breathing, Mike,” the doctor calmly said as I felt the plastic pieces spread slightly. “The worst part is done ... keep breathing. You’re doing great. Keep looking at Tempe or that redhead, and keep rubbing your penis, Mike.”The doctor turned on the probe camera and a few of my classmates cried, “Oh! Wow!” when its image popped up on the screen. He then. I offer to take her back and she tries to pay me with a 20 dollar bill. Of course I tell her no, not necessary. She thanks me again and again. I take her cart back to the store, I can't get her panties and nipples out of my mind. I am trying to figure out if she is teasing and knows or if she is just recovering and not feeling up to par. As I walk back to my truck she rolls her windows down and asks me if to come here. I walk back and she says I just wanted to thank you again, my name is Debbie.