One that didn’t seem related to anything was an image from the sand box. It was the image of a soap mug and shaving brush set. When I got the chan...e over there, I used them for shaving. I hadn’t shaved at all since the accident. I hadn’t owned a razor of any kind since that day. I did own a set of barber’s electric clippers to keep my head and beard mostly free of hair.The flash of that image of a shaving mug, a Schick single edge razor, and a tooth brush spread out carefully on a raw two. Then, copying him, her fingers opened his jeans. Her hand caressed the outline of his cock through his shorts. She heard him gasp as she unbuttoned his boxers and slipped her fingers inside.She felt it pulse in her hand. Her fingers brushing the soft curls as her nails grazed his balls. She pulled his cock, his big, hard, throbbing cock out of his shorts and held it as she broke the kiss and stared into his eyes.“Fuck me,” she whispered.He gripped her by the hips and turned her, pulling her. In fact she only told me when I texted her to make sure she was there on time. I would have sent a car to pick her up if there was still time, but its ridiculous anyway because they have buses and trains in her area she could have taken to the airport." Ok well that could be a valid excuse if she had a ride she thought would come and they didn't show up right?" She said trying to be supportive."True, but I found out that when you mis a flight you can still go to the airport and they will put. In fact, she was glad that the person called Baby-booty had her "under her wing" because some of the other older women in the holding tank looked a bit too rough for her liking.Marcie wished that her Collin was there to hold her against his manly chest and bounce his happy cock on her tummy or her ass. It made no difference where he wanted to put his thing because she was ready to grant him access wherever he had a mind to place it. Her pretty ass still remembered the way he had taken her back.