The dildo Lana held in her hand looked just like a real cock, a huge black one! Bobby peered though the open window, gasping for breath, watching as L...na slid the tip of the large black wand up and down between the puffy lips of her excitement-wet pussy. The more she teased herself with the device, the more insistent the movements of her body became. She was moaning almost constantly – softly, but urgently – and her hips rose and fell as the muscles of her legs tightened and released. Bobby. They all broke out into laughter.Grace awoke at 7:00 Monday morning. Sara was already in the kitchen. “Want some coffee, mom?”“Please. I need to get my act together and decide if I’m renting a car or taking the train back to Jersey. Slide me your laptop please. What do you think, Sara, 95 or the train?”Sara, wearing only a baggy t-shirt turned and smiled, “Can you behave on 95?”“Sure. No harm in showing a little leg. That is unless I run into Cliff or Marcus! I’m not sure I can handle another. ‘What’s wrong?’ ‘My right wrist is still too sore. Jackson pretty much carried me up the stairs when I first got home. I don’t know if I can make it to the bathroom without your help.’ Frustration was very evident in her voice as she continued, ‘If you could come over here and let me put my right arm around your neck, I can lean on you and stand up. With a little teamwork it should be simple to get to the bathroom. My ribs should be okay, they’re tightly bandaged.’ Lynn, not quite exactly sure. I then went near her and put the same question to her again , to which she replied by saying that she was missing her man . I told her very casually that she need not worry as I was also a man and was there for her . She kept quiet . I told her that if she wanted anything , I was there for her , to which she retorted that ‘ I was not her man ‘ . I told her that if she wanted I could be her man , to which she seemed pleasantly surprised and exclaimed as to how I could be her man , because she.