Yeah. So ... well, you don't have ... someone else?No. Not in any hurry, either.Okay. So then ... not sure how to ask.Oh, where is this going?It's jus... ... well, do you masturbate?That sounds very clinical.Jerk off, then. There, you made me say it.I didn't make you say anything.Yeah, but it's so grubby.Jerking off?No, no. The word.Oh. So ... what would you prefer?Oh, nothing. It's alright. I really should relax.You should. Take a bath!Later. But anyway, you didn't really answer.Of course I do.. “Please…I can’t…try…them….Jaaaaaake…” she whispered franticly. I turned the clit off, but left the egg on 1. “That’s 2 more for you. Is that better?” I asked snickering to myself. After a brief pause she answered “yes, thank you.” After a minute, she opened the door. She had the bikini she had picked, on. It was over her panties, which I guess is what you’re supposed to do. I liked it a lot. It was tight, and the metallic sheen made it seem wet. Rach turned so I could see her butt. It. You feel the heat of my skin against you and suddenly twitch as I tap my long hard erection against the flesh around your clitoris, each tap sending a pulse of pleasure up inside of you. You pull against the sheets wanting to grab my hard cock to pull it inside of you. As my throbbing cock comes to rest against your clit my hands slide along your thighs to your painfully throbbing mound. I place a hand flat over my erection and press it against you as it slides between your hot, wet lips. You. When I opened the garage, I found the riding mower where I had left it. I checked before I hooked the canary to it and it would not start. Why it wouldn't I had no idea. There were so many things that would cause it, I just said to myself screw it.I put in a call to EZ's small engine man. "Sylvia what is now?" he asked."The riding mower I use to tow the plane from the hanger won't start. I need you to stop by and work on it for me." I said. He caught the frustration in my voice."Is that all,".