She moved her hips to allow his hand better access, and subconsciously began to roll her hips upward to meet his finger as he returned it to her depth.... She could only imagine what really making love would feel like, but for that, she knew, she would wait for her wedding night. She had made herself that promise after seeing the difficulties that her sister had encountered after sleeping with a date. Kyle was much more than a date, but he was not her husband yet, and even though he professed to. He didn't touch her vagina but massaged her ass quite a bit before moving up her backI could hear her moan with pleasure and he certainly looked good at doing what he was doing. I knelt at the side of the bed and kissed her neck and her lips as he was massaging her. He asked her to roll over and she did pulling her top up to cover her breasts although you could still see them through the material. He again started up her legs and again did not touch her vagina but as he moved up to her. She had no make-up on. She hadn’t taken a shower yet. This wasn’t the norm for Mom. Regardless the mood, good/bad/or indifferent, Mom took a shower every morning.Still, she looked beautiful. But she looked troubled. I approached with extreme caution.I quietly walked up beside her and kissed her softly on her cheek. I didn’t linger. Stick and move ... Stick and move.“Good morning.” I tested the water. I stepped back and waited to see. With my Mom ... there was no telling, calm seas, or batten. “Where am I?” I felt the grogginess. “Your in the hospital. You were in a very bad car accident last night. Is there someone we can call?”“No one.”“You need to tell someone. Maybe call your parents. You don’t have to worry about getting in trouble. They will understand.”“No I don’t have anyone. No parents.” The drug was taking its toll. Things blurred and then I fell off to sleep.When I woke again, I didn’t struggle, and in the room was the same nurse that had been there before.“Give me a.