Elizabeth remained fully clothed of course, but Dorothy with the blankets pushed back from sitting up, was exposed to the waist. Elizabeth hugged Doro...hy’s bare skin. One arm pressed against Dorothy’s breasts. Their heads touched and they stroked each other’s hair, soothing and being soothed. Elizabeth released her hold on Dorothy just enough so she could look at Dorothy’s face and ask if she was all right. Dorothy said nothing; instead she leaned forward and kissed Elizabeth, not on the cheek. We just have one morething to do. Come here." She opened a wall unit. Marcia looked at all of thedildos, vibrators, whips, handcuffs, clamps, and bungie cords!"Now is the time to be honest honey. Have you had anything up that tightsexy twat of yours?"Marcia looked down embarrassed."Be proud dear, you're with a friend who knows all about a girlieboy'sneeds. I know everything you've felt and everything you'll feel. Tell me...c'mon."Marcia looked up, "For a few weeks I used one of my mom's perfume. "I love you, son," she said. That was when I realized she simply considered me her son. Tears fell from my eyes.I was eighteen, and just out of high school. I was sitting in the very same study, but not in the same chair. I was sitting in the one next to it. My grandfather was sitting in the one I'm sitting in now. His lit pipe was in the ashtray, the fire flickering. Except for almost inconsequential things, the room was exactly the same.On the table on which the gun rested, were two glasses.. So, I again pushed in deep just using short little pushes and, yes, once again, Amanda cummed once again. Then, I really wanted my own pleasure so I started taking long, deliberate strokes and soon was adding my cum to Jerry's. Jerry had Sharon bent over a chair and was pumping in and out of her as I looked over the variety of toys on the coffee table, picking up a double-pronged vibrator and put it into Amanda and turned it on, pressing the clit finger down on her and letting it rip. As I was.