I was still in the pool. My dick was poking hard as a fucking rock in my shorts. I didn't know what the hell to do.Ashley said nothing. She just kept ...drying herself off. She was staring at me. I had no idea what to do next.I just swam to the edge of the pool. Ashley turned the lights down low on the control panel. It darkened the backyard considerably.She dropped the towel as I got out of the pool. She picked up another towel and walked over to me. She wrapped it around me."I hope that didn't. She told me to just sit there while she used the towel to stop the bleeding first on my hands and then on my feet. She noticed that I had some scrapes on my knees and thigh and she wiped the blood from them. She got dangerously to my crotch and leaned down to kiss my boo bo on my thigh and asked if it felt any better. I lost all sense of pain as I watched her large tits pressing against my leg as her mouth was kissing the boo bo on my upper thigh. Even under such pain and trauma, my cock who. ”After idly watching me for a minute or so, she asked: “Are you enjoying stroking yourself?”.I hesitated, unsure how to respond. Obviously, my penis was getting stimulated, but the situation was—unusual.“It’s okay to admit it. In fact, I don’t like that you didn’t answer straight away honestly. Are you enjoying stroking yourself?” she repeated.“Yes, Ms. J,” I blushed. How did she know me so well?“How long would it take you to reach orgasm, if I told you to do so?” she asked.I was unsure, given. "Damn," she muttered aloud. "Damn, damn, damn!"Frank had caused her nothing but heartache the six months she had lived with him. And now that he was gone, walked angrily out of her life, the hurt continued. She knew it would eventually dull and fade. But right now it seemed like it would never stop. Never."Mother," Phil's voice came from behind her. She turned her head to see her son standing at the entrance to the tent. "Can I come in?" Yes," she nodded with a smile. "I was just sitting here.