” He paused, seemingly enjoying the recollection. “She drove that thing home.” “She put it inside?” I balked, bearing down on the vibrator i... my own pussy. “Uh-huh. And she lost her grip on it.” Adam’s pace picked up again. “Oh, no!” I gasped. “Yep,” he smirked. “That little fucker had been drilling her for over an hour before I got home.” “Oh, poor baby,” I clucked, imagining the string of forced orgasms that had terrorised my sixteen-year-old daughter all afternoon. “Did you help her?” Adam. I stepped out ready to dry myself. No towel! I checked the clothes on the stand by the sink. My shorts, sports socks and favourite Nike running shoes were all there along with my favourite Los Angeles Lakers T-shirt and a girly magazine, but there was definitely no towel.I wondered if I should call out or use the small towel on the rack that would dry me enough so that I could put on my shorts and finish drying and dressing in the bedroom. I decided that there was no immediate hurry, and that. .and i asked her like why u are having these videos in your phone and who gave it to you…so she replied in a soft and desperate voice “you won’t understand the feeling of a lonely women”.i felt sorry for her and said that i was ready to do anything for her.she smiled and said that it is late and u should go to sleep..i was like wtf! the moment was just getting started and she is asking me to leave..then i thought that she might have just shared her feelings with me and that she doesn’t have. "I wanted to tell you how brave I thought you were today, and to tell you how much it meant to me to have you take care of me when I passed out. You also handled Robbie in the most mature, caring way. Most guys my age couldn't do that." Thanks, but I felt stupid when I cried in the bathroom." I would have cried the whole time," I said as I hugged him.He hugged me back too and we just kind of melted together. I looked up at him and he looked at me and I kissed him. Not a quick kiss, but a long.