He caressed my back first then my butt and stocking clad legs. I moaned as I felt his touch. "You ravaged me Tom, I am not sure I can take anymore".He...smiled and his caresses continued "Oh yes you can, I felt how your body needed it" He straddled my thighs and massaged my shoulders. His strong hands feeling so good and helping me relax. He would stroke my back then down my lower back and by behind then back to the top. I could feel his naked legs and sex against me. As he kept massaging my back. It's a spectacular piece of nonsense, really, but then it has its uses...For one thing, the tight latex holds her in, making her feel lithe and confident. Her hips are wide and her curves barely contained, but the suit is perfectly smooth, with no buttons to catch on door handles or extra material rustling, and so dark that she disappears into the shadow of the walls. The sexy costume keeps her conscious of her body. For once, she revels in her femininity, walking like a cat, switching her tail. I don’t know what it is.” She looks very bothered and irritated, and is still breathing heavy, and she pulls down the cover for air. I notice all she’s wearing is a big t-shirt that goes down to her knees. “Should I open a window or something, get a fan, what can I do?” “Nothing nothing, I’m fine I’m fine. You know Helen, I know we give you a hard time sometimes because you kinda stole our dad from us, but you’re not so bad.” She’s looking at right at my eyes with this seductive look that. ”“Yes, you should.”“Thanks, Mom,” I said.“Hang in there, Mike. Make sure you pray for her.”“I will,” I said.We said ‘goodbye’ and I hung up. I repeated the process with the phone, calling Dale’s house. He wasn’t home, so I explained what had happened to his mom, then hung up and went to sit with Liz and Emmy. I uttered several silent prayers for my friend, for the doctors, and for her parents.“What do we do now?” Emmy asked after a few minutes.“We wait. Eventually a doctor will come and talk to.