I was sitting at the kitchen table with my first cup of coffee when Brad came down and gave me my good morning hug and kiss and said, “Damn, there w...s not much hot water this morning” as he got out the milk and cereal.I sipped my coffee and had a private chuckle.After breakfast, Brad headed out to hang with Barbara, the lifeguard at the beach. I had a few domestic things to take care of. I stripped the beds, put on fresh linens and did a couple loads of wash. It was lunchtime when I finished up. 29 is an age where you can hide behind your wallet. You can buy yourself a mask. 14 is not an age where you can do that. At 14 you are what people say you are, and they love to tell it to you over and over. You must be quite dense not to get the message.The zoo they call high school keeps its labels simple and easy to memorize. My label was geek. You also could be a jock or a nerd, a freak, a babe, a bitch or a slut. More than four or five letters were hardly ever needed. Which of course suited. Suddenly I heard a noise from underneath me and began to feel pressure against my pussy. Slowly but surely a cold metal object slid its way inside of me, then paused once fully impaled. To my shock and horror, the object began going through a wide range of activities over the next few minutes. First it would vibrate at such a rate that the entire chair was shaking. Next it felt like it would shift in temperature, from ice cold to red hot, making me squeal and try to squirm in the chair, doing. Even extra caterers had been drafted. Everything was going to plan.Come that Saturday morning, Lori still hadn't been intimate with her husband, which was well overdue, going by their normal sex life. But only one person now floated her boat, and she was still feeling jealous of that gorgeous wife of Chris's.She had been short-tempered all day, even when she had dropped the girls off at her mum and dad's. She had been short and sweet on the visit, so all put it down to the tension of organizing.