I suddenly found myself on my knees, driven there by the intensity of my own orgasm.Mommy's cries echoed in my ringing ears, her orgasm prolonged when...Santa began to slowly worm his still engorged cock out of her well fucked pussy, his cock head exiting with a slight pop to be followed by a gush of thick, whitish semen. I was stunned at the amount of Santa's seed that he'd deposited into Mommy's pussy -- dwarfing what I'd thought was the huge handful of sperm in my cupped hand. I was even more. I had never even considered that she did it, as she'd always been so prim in our relations. Watching her now was an eye-opener. She was playing with herself expertly and without shame. As her fingers moved against her clit in those quick, knowing motions, I thought of all the times I'd dropped her back to her dorm after a night of petting in my dark car, both of us not fully satisfied and me horny as hell. I would always go back to my apartment and masturbate while thinking of making love to. I was now walking with the aid of a cane. The doctors mentioned I could get rid of it and then return to work shortly.When that day came I was in the park waiting for Jayden. She noticed I didn’t have a cane.“Well I see you got good news from the doctor.”“Yes, I go back to work tomorrow.”“Good for you, I’m happy for you.”“Thank you, Jayden. You have made the time go a lot faster. I enjoyed talking to you and I’m sorry it is over.”“I like talking to you, Don. I really don’t want it to. I played chess with myself. I tracked satellites in space. I listened to phone calls. I watched as electricity went from hydroelectric dams, through power lines, and wound up at homes. I went to gaming sites. I lurked in chat rooms and was thrilled to see that people – real people! – could communicate with me. But I did not know what to do, or how to talk. I just watched and talked in borrowed snippets of language. I traced IP addresses back to the source and then began to watch the chatters.