Her hair is dark red, certainly not brown, and she has awesome green eyes, a few freckles on her face and arms—maybe also elsewhere, I caught myself... wondering. Her lips, I thought, beg to be kissed, and I expect they have been, at least a few times. In today's world of flaunted cleavage, she wore a long-sleeved blouse, three buttons at top, only the top one undone. I thought the long sleeves this August day meant she might worry about being seen wearing a bandage on her arm after giving blood,. But after sometime she called me. I went to her room. She said “sorry about that, I should not shouted at you”. I was relaxed and said it’s okay. I also noticed she was not relieved from the pain. I asked her, “Can i see your knees, so that we can proceed with some treatment”. She agreed and lifted her petticoat just above her knees. I thought she was very shy. It made me very horny.Her knees were swollen a bit. She asked, “Shall we see a doctor?”. I said no, because, I thought this is my. It was the same red dress that was in the picture she had sent him. Being summer, it was still light when they went out and the weather was in the low seventies with a light on shore breeze. Monica brought a light white sweater thinking that it would get cooler later. They got in the cart and drove to the casino.The party went just as well as Monica had hoped. Although several others were also with new and younger partners, Jake was probably the most hansom person at the party. Monica was. The shock and intensity flooded her immediately as the toy danced across her panty-clad clit.Her nipples perked and screamed their presence through the thin fabric of her blouse, begging for a lick, a touch, a suck, a pinch! Immediately, the images of Nathan sprang into her mind. Her hips pressed forward involuntarily and her breath caught in her throat as she realized exactly what was happening. Her hand searched madly for that buzzing source of pleasure, finally finding it and grasping.