She put a pillow over her lips to muffle the cries of her misbegotten orgasmand immediately felt guilty. Her mother was trying to warn her for her own...good, and she was sick to take pleasure out of the torment of other young womensuch as herself. Even worse, she couldn't help but wish she would be next. Weeks passed and the family continued their daily routines and sang in theevenings in their happiness. However, every night, the young woman was visitedby different incarnations of the abduction. While I still had it on my mind, I checked on Google for the right adapter. I found several on Ebay for ten bucks or less, so I ordered one. While I waited the three days, I totally forgot about the computer. I had other more important things which I also forgot.I still knew what a refrigerator was, and what a toaster oven did, I just couldn’t remember the days before the RPG blew up two cars. Yes I counted the Toyota along with the Porsche. At least that’s how I remembered it. When I could. I see her take her thongs and dresses out when she quickly takes her strap-on dildo out trying not to let me see her big black 10" strap-on. I was surprised to see and very excited at the same time. It got me thinking how naughty my mum must be so I asked her. "Pity I left mine at home", she turns around and looks at me. "Excuse me" she says trying to see if she hear right the first time. "I said its a pity I left mine at home". I point to the strap-on under her towel. My moms pretty cool she. Finally she got up, and approached me."You know if a lady accepts your drink, it's polite to follow up so she can thank you for it. Hi I'm Ann." She smiled holding her hand out."Ah..." Caught off guard by her opening statement and the change of her name, I stammered for a moment. "Would you care to sit down?" I asked standing and pulling back a stool."I would, but let's get a table, I'm feeling a bit peckish." This time she gave me a brilliant smile and her eyes were dancing with laughter. I.