I was dripping wet. When I pushed it inside, my pussy stretched and the vibrations made me moan loudly. As I began to fuck myself with it, I fantasied...about a real big cock fucking me, making me scream with pleasure and then squirting its hot load either inside me, on my ass, or on my face; I didn’t care as long as I got that hot juice.“Oh, oh, fuck!” My body reacted to the intense stimulation of the vibrations deep inside me while the anal plug doubled the pleasure. I came hard and fell to the. I had pretty good data about when Maddie, as I now thought of her, had been a young mother. But Ronnie had left home at seventeen, and there was a dearth of information about what I was heading into now. Ronnie tried very hard not to spend any time with her mother. The term "quality time" just wasn't in Ronnie's vocabulary, as it pertained to the woman who had given her life.Then again, I didn't think I'd need to know all that much, really. I knew how to find her house, and that she worked as a. It was also unlikely that the leg would have healed at all, in any form that would let Mike walk on it again, if it hadn't been for the inner focus he'd used during that agonizing night in the rock slide.Anyone else would have died from massive infection, or barring that, would have required reconstructive surgery and titanium hardware to knit the bone fragments back together. Years of physical therapy would have resulted in a slow limping gait.But that was not Michael Peterson. He was a. They found a little shop tucked down a back lane.Anne didn’t even know why she had gone into the lane. When they entered the store, they found it in a complete mess. “Sorry, sorry,” the young woman said. “The Closed sign should have been showing. I’m in the process of cleaning out my grandfather’s store as we are moving to a better location.”Anne asked if she minded them looking around anyway since they were leaving the next morning. The harried woman threw her hands in the air and told them to.