.. do something.”This was ... for 1980 ... a thoroughly modern house. There was a phone on a stand right next to the bathroom door. No chasing into ...he bedroom to answer a call ... a wet person could drip on the floor right here.“I need an ambulance at 2434 S Boston. My boyfriend has fallen and he’s not responsive.”“Wendy Austin.”“Yes ... I’ll stay on the line.”EEK!Wendy dropped the phone. The 911 operator heard a bang ... and assumed what any normal operator would assume ... she connected with. "We'll be wanting it before long. Do ye ken what kind ye want?" Anything but that light, fluffy silica sand. I hate that stuff," I said in no uncertain terms. "Let's use what everyone else around here uses." Aye ... then it'll be washed river sand for ye. I'll get to it now."The thing I was coming to recognize in Scotty was his knowledge of what was going on at the other local golf courses in the Pacific Northwest. He had a network of contacts and had never let them lapse. His engaging. It is all I can do not to reach in between my legs and touch my pussy. But if I do this I know I will get into trouble so I just stay there and wait. I can hear you behind me undoing your pants and letting them slide to the floor. The thought of your tight boxer briefs over your hard erection makes my pussy get even wetter, You slide them off and let them fall to the floor as I feel you put one hand on each ass cheek and squeeze. This sends tingles all over my, body and my nipples get hard all. As she did, I felt the burning desire shoot through me again and felt the flow of more moisture slip out of my already saturated slit. “Mmm! Oh yes, my daughter. You are getting there. I’m going to give you an orgasm that you will never forget! If you think you are wet now Bridgette, wait until the flood exits you!” Mom announced then began licking over my smooth love mound. The stroking sensation of mom’s tongue sliding over my smoothness was jolting and mesmerizing at the same time. The.