The handle extended a good six inches from it and was a bit thicker than her index finger.It was only a substitute, she knew, and a poor substitute at...that.But it was all she had.As she baked at it, one hand slithered back down between her legs. Her fingers moved lightly over her labia, teasing the flesh and maintaining the terrible level of her as yet unsatisfied arousal.Like someone in a dream, she walked to her bed. With each step, her pussy lips moved back and forth beneath her fingers. She. She told me what she had told the police. She was walking through a park on her lunch hour and was attacked by two men in an isolated area concealed by shrubs. They stole her tote bag, beat her into submission, and then took turns raping her.The doctor came in and took me out in the hallway. He tried to reassure me, saying that the injuries looked worse than they really were. He said she should come out of it with no scarring or facial distortions. He said she'd be as beautiful as ever.As if I. I couldnt see a fuckn thing!!!! couldnt see if mom was facing me or away........................ was sure my heart would wake her!! could hear it in my ears. i reached out a bit to see which way she was and put my hand right on hers. figured ok her boobs must be close n was gonna reach forward but then she started talkin!! she did think i was dad n was talking about like their relationship n stuff and she loves him n was glad he wasnt on the sofa. then i felt her hand move up to my chest,. ‘I love you!’ Tim blushed. ‘I love you, too,’ he replied. They snuggled a little longer, enjoying the warmth of their contact. Finally, Heidi rolled on her side and propped herself up on her elbow. ‘You have to leave,’ she said. ‘This morning.’ ‘What?’ Tim said. Taken off-guard by her statement, he rolled onto his side to face her. ‘Tim, don’t give me that sad puppy look,’ she said, ‘it isn’t going to work. We’re getting married tomorrow. You know what that means, don’t you?’ ‘No, I don’t know.