Once in the bathroom she laid everything down, reached over to the shelf, picked up her favorite CD, and slid it into the player. The serene classical...guitar music always calmed her troubled spirit.Then she picked up her toy and began cleaning it, humming to the music. After that, she returned it to the drawer from which it came.When she returned to the bathroom, she went over to the tub, turned on the water, and added her favorite scented bath crystals. When it was full she exhaled and climbed. She could see from the lack of duct tape that the glass hadbeen replaced. Bobbie wondered who lived there now.They arrived at The Shelton and stood with the throng of other girls intheir multicolored gowns and dresses, complimenting each other. The boysstood around in their suits, trying their best to be adults and spendtime with a special someone. Bobbie looked around. It was a littleoverwhelming. So many people, even everyone's combined darkness couldn'tpierce the brightness of everyone's. Where had he learned to eat a woman? Surely not between the legs of the matronly Henrietta. I knew that if I ever chose to do some muff diving, it would definitely not be between her tree-trunk legs. But I digress. I knew that the way Frank was munching on me would soon bring me over the top in grand style.Yet my immediate problem was my desire to take care somehow of his shrunken man tool. If I could. My mouth so far hadn't done the job, and I felt somewhat a failure. Sure, he had the physical. As I suspected earlier, she wears no bra and her breasts look as though she has nourished 6 children. Stretch marks starting at the top of the breasts and spanning around and all the way down to her areola. She now cries openly, humiliated, knowing if her husband ever found out? she knows she will never tell him, that this secret will have to go to her grave with her. I begin opening my pants, pulling them down a little ways before I slide my boxer briefs down exposing her to the.