I wiped myself out of shame, tearsfilling my eyes. I felt less like a man then I ever did. Had my body wonout? I hoped not. But it felt less and less ...like I had any control overit. The blow up doll then turned back to me."Ready for round two, mistress?" What are you, nuts? Didn't you have enough the first time over?"Armando smiled again, his member stiffening in the process."You programmed me to copulate you sevenfold, remember?"Before I had my say, he was already on top of me. Tears flowed. Once I determined we were alone I spun her to face me and pulled her close kissing her passionately. Our tongues entwined and explored the others mouth. She reached down and began massaging my throbbing cock. I couldn't control myself and pushed her against a tree hiking her skirt up and massaging her clit through her thong. I had her face away from me and bend over against the tree. I got down on my knees and pulled her thong aside exposing her tight ass and pussy. I slide several fingers. Not surprisingly, Tess was more than willing to parade around all day in the buff. It did become a small annoyance for her from time to time, as Tess, like most people, enjoyed getting outside at least a little bit, even on stay-at-home off days from golf.I knew she'd go outside -- with or without clothing -- if she thought she could get away with it, so I watched her pretty closely. It was pleasant duty. I remembered the old days, when Tess and I had first shared the RV on the road. She had. “You see this little rat? This is what I will do to everything and everyone you come to like,” her face twisted into a visage that could almost be called demonic, “Or heavens forbid should you fall in love with someone. I will ruin any happiness you happen to find. The old bat should have left you to die rather than pamper and coddle you.” She flipped the stick and the twitching frog dropped to Ledger’s lap.Ledger watched the sad, dying frog, tears welling in his eyes as it quickly stopped.