She slipped a finger into her slit and into her hole. Another finger followed and soon she was rocking her hips to a silent rhythm. I commanded her to...take her other hand and play with her tits. The towel fell away and she began to moan as she rolled her nipple. I started rubbing her thigh and she picked up the pace until she cried out and came on her two fingers.When her orgasm stopped I pulled her hand from her pussy and stuck her two fingers in my mouth. Her pussy juice tasted tangy, almost. “How old is Brandon?” Sherri asked.“Brandon is fifteen,” Liza said, as she glanced at the other mother. “Emily is... ?”“Fourteen.”“Chet says you’re an accountant?” Liza asked.“I’m a CPA with O’Grady Professional Services. Do you work? Outside the home I mean.”“I volunteer at the Helping Paws animal rescue. It’s a no kill shelter and we deal mostly with dogs, a few cats but not many.”They chatted for a while about little things until Sherri asked about the cabin. “We call it our mountain cabin,”. "I tried not to let it show on my face but I was nervous, for unknown reasons, patients are more likely to reject a heart from a female donor than a male. It wasn't a huge thing but I do remember wishing it had been a male student... and I remember not really caring that much about the donor.I saw a look of compassion on her face and Cindy asked, "Will I be able to contact them, before... just so they know I share the pain of their loss and how grateful I am for the sacrifice their family is. You know how they are." He does his best 'big brother' routine. I give him a long blink, followed by a devilish grin. He gives me a squint. “Are you really okay?" he asks me, but inside he's questioning himself much more. He's David-the protector. I’ve seen this face a million times before. In his head, he's quickly listing every possible bad outcome to this situation and weighing it against how much possible pleasure he might gain by going back down stairs and rejoining the party. He.