Last week – Thursday when I went for my jog, I stopped at my usual stopping area “my place” to relax and get some sun. I have a distinct look...– 51 years old, 5 feet 5 inches tall, 145 pounds, Hispanic with darker skin, brunet hair – shoulder length, mouth that loves to suck cock and has acquired the taste for cum, breast size 36D with mouthful size nipples that love attention and are extremely sensitive, abdomen not fat, but enough cushion for some good pushing, dark well maintained pussy. You have busy lives, and having to care for and pay attention to an invalid all of the time is just too big a deal to deal with. So go back to your momma and tell her you’ve delivered her message, or your dad, whichever one told you to come here today and say what you’ve said; and deliver my message: I want to be left alone! Please, okay?” I said.“Dad you are so wrong!” she said and then she did leave, and yes, she was crying and I felt bad and so what.Good! Finally! I thought. And then I got. “Lube it good,” she instructed. Emma squirted a stream of clear liquid onto the rubber phallus and I watched it trickle down one side before she wrapped her hand around it. She stroked up and down, like she had when she masturbated me, and I saw the toy gleam in the light as she coated it thoroughly.“Do we lock him or up something?” Emma asked Jess, pointing at me with the dildo.Jess put a finger to her chin while she eyed me and considered.“No, I don’t think so,” Jess said after reflection.. The top sheet, already laid in a mess beside her, was not worth a damn. She raised her hand to observe her cum. Then, she felt the bed sheet. There was a wet spot between her legs. "Shit," she said.Stella turned her eyes to look at the wall clock. It was 6 a.m. She never changed the bed sheet or showered at late night before that nagging dream. While speculating on it, she resolved to communicate with her bosom friend. Hence, she took her cell phone from the nightstand and browsed through the.