She's short and wide, with curly red hair, about 40-45 years old if I had to guess. She was standing there in her blue scrubs holding a package and l...oking at me wide eyed. "This came to my house by mistake," she said. "Am I disturbing anything?"I tried to look her in the eyes. "Uh, no, not at all. I was just.. uhh.. relaxing." Mind if I come in for a second? Or are you going to leave me standing on the front porch?" I unlocked the screen door and let her in. "You know I saw. Just pressing, and releasing, pressing, and releasing. Now I am ready to begin the finale. Gentle, short strokes, back and forth, back and forth. My finger is curved slightly so that it slips slightly inside me. I don’t like to push it too deep; just around the opening really seems to be quite enough. Never further than the last knuckle. It was a long time before I discovered how pleasurable it was to put my finger inside myself. I couldn’t imagine it was any fun at all to have something. "Hey how was your day sweetheart?" it was alright just stressful is all. She said shes noticed how stressed out ive been and told me im at least able to relax now that the exams are done. "why dont you go out this year for Halloween? Im sure theres some parties going on in town". Nah thats not really my thing mom I said while walking away. A couple hours had passed by and there was knock on my door. My mother came in and tossed a joker costume on the bed. "whats this?" Im making you a deal she. “You’re with me. Come on. I need to show you my Jerry.”I met a young adult male, an engineer, according to Terri, and he didn’t flinch when Terri said “My Jerry”. Matter of fact, he smiled and put his hand on her shoulder. Yep, this is a couple.The inside of the pavilion was full of people. I recognize some of the faces, the bunch who came here with me, of course, the ones I’ve met before, I’m hugging and shaking hands and trying to keep names and faces together, and I’m guided into a serving.