Again, I pressed the point against my bum crack and relaxed. This time I could feel it entering me. It was painful but I was getting there. The pain b...came more intense until finally the large bulb slipped in and my bum closed up around it like a Venus Fly Trap. It was inside me, and it felt wonderful. Now I had to masturbate.I turned off the main ceiling light and left my two bedside lamps on. They had a lovely warm glow as they were only twenty-watt bulbs. They made my skin look very soft and. Sorry about Freddie, I liked him.’ I played Sunday golf with Freddie Evans until seven years ago. He worried leaving Connie alone, he had heart problems. They couldn’t have children after Connie’s ex-husband beat her almost to death while heavily pregnant with Freddie’s child. ‘Freddie was a nice man,’ she remembered, ‘And you were a nice boy.’ ***** I thought of school, age 15, sitting next to Connie as always. She lived next door. We learned to walk and talk together, I taught her bicycle. I can feel you settling further down and then I feel as you begin to blow across my naked mound and the warmth of the lotion begins to spread. It is all I can do to say your name and without hesitation from you I can feel the tip of your tongue on my clit and a shudder runs through my body. You use your whole mouth to cover me as you busy yourself to lick up the last of the lotion. My breath catches as I feel you sliding your finger inside me. Sensations start to build in me again and I feel it. Since I'd been unconscious for most of the journey, I assumed that my food had been repaired also. I tried not to think about how baloney might be repaired, but it tasted ok.With my lunch gone, I started going through my possessions, organizing them, and trying to discover what the extra items were. The kit for a wagon got my attention first.It was actually a framework for a wagon and I even had a small stack of some type of planks. They weren't wood and seemed to be a sort of plastic, but very.