He stepped closer with her. What was that? He thought he heard a voice in his head, but he must have been mistaken. The Voice had left him a long time... ago. Laura had seen to that. And Emma’s love. Shit. There. He’d said it. Love. Nothing good could come of that and he tried to push it from his mind. It was not safe for him to love or be loved. Everything he’d loved in his life had died. Sure, he had Carl, Laura, Bonnie and the others, but anything that was his, that he’d been charged with. She told me (which I knew), that her husband’s health issues had caused a lack of any fun for years and admitted she had had the odd fling when a man fancied her and gave her compliments and was attracted to them, leading to her getting some satisfaction outside of marriage. This gave me an instant hard on wanting to know more about what she had done, with who and where and what happened, ending up with me getting another hard on and giving her a repeat performance.I then started to ask her if. "You have to lend it to me, Rick. My old clunker won't make it all the way out to California and back. It can be our wedding present from you." I said no, Jim. I worked every day I could for five summers just to save up enough to buy it. I put in more than a hundred hours of work fixing it up like it is now. The paint job alone cost me nine hundred dollars. Besides, didn't I already loan you guys five hundred to help you pay for your honeymoon? When you borrowed it, you told me that my loaning. "Oh!" would escape her full lips as her head would drop from the pleasure. She would grind her hips toward the source of her pleasure and rotated continually. "OH!" she would scream as the most pleasant vibrations rocked her insides. Then she felt it, the fireworks, the tingling, and the ache would have built up as she fucked herself.She would yelled out, "OH YES," as her pussy pulsated around this long, hard, bead-filled, fake cock. Her juices gushed in a hot stream of pleasure, dripping out.