Carrying all the bags through the mall made me feel that it was like Christmas time since I rarely ever spent longer than twenty minutes shopping anyw...ere. We stopped in front of Victoria Secrets. She smiled at me and said, "Now we're going to have fun."Inside she looked at bras first. Surprising to me but not to her, they didn't have any H's or double H's in stock. I didn't even know there was such a thing as an H.Next she looked at blouses finding one that wasn't all that sexy but it was. He had wanted what he termed the “better quality” girls but ended up with the looser women. He tolerated them, but they were not interested in the type of games he wanted to play. He was well acquainted with frustration and humiliation and having to eat dirt to get somewhere in life. Women like Monica would have an easy time of it in life; from wealthy, loving parents to a wealthy, loving husband. Houlihan hadn’t had that. His parents didn’t understand the value of a good education, and that. He'd arrived silently and it must have been his shadow falling on my naked torso that alerted me to his presence."Fuck off!" I said, I sticking to my usual greeting, not even shifting the newspaper to see who'd trespassed on my solitude.But the bugger didn't go away, whoever it was just stood there."For fucks sake, will you get out of my bleeding sun?" I eventually said, pushing the newspaper aside so I could see who'd invaded my private world.I might add, that my free hand had surreptitiously. And she would quickly learn this toy was merciless–and had a seemingly endless battery life!The first one slammed into her about three minutes into her ride. By that time she was dripping with sweat from her contortions and thrashing around. Her pussy was slobbering like a St. Bernard watching a steak cook, and her moaning and whimpering resounded off the walls, further exciting her."Oh my God! Oh, fuck, I'm cumming! I'm CUUUMMMINGGG!" she screamed out as she plummeted off the edge of her.