First was the Sybian, that was nice but was kind of a one-trick pony; despite the assortment of fittings there were only one or two that worked for he.... Also, there was no way we could share the experience, it was pretty much a solo device.Next was the “Lady D” which was simple, easy to use, but only had one motion. In fact most of the fucking machines I had, whether for riding or for use while laying down, were strictly solo acts, and had a stead but boring motion.However, one of my newest. I used my thumb and index finger to massage each labia from top to bottom. A few strokes on one side and a few strokes on the other. I touched her slowly and gently, allowing the fire inside of her to rise. With one finger I stroked from her pubic bone, over her clit, down between her inner lips, over her pussy opening and stopping on her perineum (slang = tain't). I repeated these steps for the next two or three minutes. I enjoyed watching Essie enjoy the sensations, the beauty of her swollen. Every night after mom would leave for the club I would go in her room and sniff her worn panties. One time I found a dildo in her draw. The thought of her using that drove me crazy. I even licked that. I couldn't get enough of my mother. I was obsessed with her. One day my mom was making lunch in a pair of short lounge shorts and a low cut top, I got hard but couldn't move in case she seen my erection. Later that night, after mom went to the club, I found those shorts and began to sniff the. Did you do him in the backseat of his car in some parking lot?"There was nothing but sobbing on the other end. I knew I was being cruel but when you hurt, you want to lash out and hurt the one that hurt you. I was hurting. That was my only excuse."Pete. Please. You have to come home and talk to me. You have to. You owe me that much. If you don't believe me afterwards, fine. But you have to give me a chance to explain to you what happened." Fine! I'll be there in an hour. You can talk yourself.