Apparently they have the type of relationship that she is a different person when she is not around him. Patrick and I caught up for a while and his s...ster Ericka, who became good friends with Amanda, came in and we too caught up. Ericka is basically like my sister too, since we group up together. Finally I met Chad, who seemed pretty cool. We all sat and talked, shooting the shit about sports and life in general. I ran to my Pat’s room for something and as I came back, this girl walks by. She. I was sad for her but that was all. I tried to help but probably made it worse. ‘I wasn’t lonely Ann. I didn’t know anything about anything. One of the nurses took a shine to me and would spend time with me out of hours. As you can guess, it was Trish O’Toole. So don’t worry on that score. ‘In fact I am in a relationship with her. I had no memory of you or anyone here. Trish was my world. She told me to come here and sort out my life. That’s why she’s here now.’ ‘She’s your girlfriend?’ she. So, as I was saying, I raised hips up off the bed, with my ass in the air and he started playing with the ultrasoft area just between the clit and the pussy. The new but simple part is that, I do believe that yet another (different) type of orgasm occurs when the clit is approached from the back rather than the front, even if it's the exact same spot being stimulated. I wish I could say exactly what he was doing, but I was a moaning, sweating, blubbering,. Earlier she had been talking sweetly with me, but the moment we entered her flat, she had a steely look in her eyes and a bossy tone to her voice. She was a woman who knew what she wanted. She showed me the kitchen and almost ordered me to prepare drinks for them and serve them on a tray. When I came out with the tray, I saw that they were sitting on the sofa and kissing dirtily with saliva drooling and tongues rolling. It was such a turn on. She had her smooth creamy thigh draped over his knee.