I approached her room. I could hear the TV on and the door was slightly open so I peaked in. But she wasn't watching TV like I thought. She was playin... with herself. I peaked in a little more. She had a dildo which was fairly large that she was putting in herself. She was totally naked. Her body just as perfect as I remembered. I wasn't sure what to do. Should I stand there and watch? Should I leave? Or should I enter the room. I just stood and watched. My dick growing harder and harder every. Whenever he did fuck her (not make love) it was usually adriot and without passion and he seemed to do it merely as an obligation. "I want to make you happy," I said, my lips grazing her cheek. "I'm still so afraid," she said and moved her head back fractionally. I gently took her hand and guided it under the bedsheet and laid it on tent in my pajama pants. There was a momentary resistance and her breath quickened, but then her fingers bagen to curl around my erection. She was still very. " Skippy began to cry."It's okay, honey," Don consoled, putting his arm around her, trying to avoid looking at her right breast that peeked inviting out of the open blouse."What are we going to do now?" she asked softly.She looked so innocent and vulnerable. "Find some place to ride the storm out. I have a cottage about a mile back. On a little hill. The water hasn't reached it yet, at least not a half hour ago. I went up to get my computer equipment. Didn't want to take the chance of it. ” “OK Hannah, good to know. At least I won’t need to go easy with you now” Zoe said sharply. Hannah looked back down at the seat. Next moment Zoe had moved across to me, whoosh, splat, oowww. She moved back to Hannah, drawing a louder gasp from her second stroke, and an even louder one from me. I realised Hannah was actually taking the cane far better than me. I watched as Zoe drew her arm back and arced it down towards Hannah’s bottom. She wasn‘t.