. ," she cried. "Rub my clit, too," she begged, taking my hand and guiding my fingers to it. I gave it a few rubs between my fingers and I continued t... ream her pussyslit. As suddenly as I had started, I pulled my fingers from her steaming crotch and stood up. She looked at me bewildered that I had quit and left her before she could reach her orgasm."Don't stop," she begged. "Time to do something for me now, too, Hilda," I said, "Let's go in the house and get comfortable." "Hurry, I'm burning. PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE she begged!OH KAY!! Said I, and my erection seemed pleased. She helped removed my shorts & then she crawled over to position herself. She leaned over & licked my balls, gently, then licked the bottom of my man shaft & the tip of my swollen manhood, ever so slowly. I told she had a sensuous way…very very slow.Then crawled up, and without penetration, she slid the length of her slutty pussy lips along the bottom of my swollen manhood. Slowly. DAMN Damn that felt good. After. Now the baths, umm, as time went on we made more of a game out of it, and I explored rather liberally, it seemed. When I was there, she always needed at least one sponge bath. Though the one day when she needed four, I think Samantha got a bit suspicious of it all. So we cooled it a bit.Then began the therapy, and learning to do things over again. While there were no overt signs of brain damage, the doctors still wanted to prod her off and on, until they were happy with the results, and could. Plus, plenty of hikers and joggers just out to enjoy the day.Leaning on the railing, you admire the scenery and watch the people walking by, wondering if he's actually going to show up and find the remote. You check your watch again and it's 11:10 now, the remote has been in place for 10 minutes. You strike up a conversation with a passing walker, and wonder if it's him. Trying not to keep checking your watch, you continue your conversation.Suddenly - BAM! the vibrator starts buzzing and you.