That’s really nice. You didn’t have to go to all that trouble.”“It was no trouble,” Susan said as she set the tray down in front of the youn...g girl in her guestroom bed; the same bed that she and Samantha had used for their tryst just a few days earlier. She suppressed a smile, not wanting to explain it.Cheri looked at the clock next to the bed. “Oh my gosh! I’m late for work!” She started to move the tray away.“Don’t worry, Cheri. Jim fixed it with your boss. Enjoy your breakfast. You have the. I can feel someone coming up behind me, and I can feel the butterflies in my stomach. He is behind me now, i can feel him breathing on the back of my neck. his hands push my hair off my shoulders, and he kisses my neck. He starts to suck and lick me up and down my neck onto my collarbone. Goosebumps start to cover my body as his hands come around me and grasp my breasts. HE pulls my shirt off, and rolls my nipples in his fingers. I turn around to face him, and his big brown eyes draw me in. My. His head is bent down to her and he is pressing that tongue hard against her clit while he occasionally dips his finger into her cunt hole for added stimulation. Surrounded by the sound of her desperate gasps and his muffled grunts, my hands of their own accord found themselves under my skirt, seeking my own release. I felt my wet warmth and rhythmically began diddling my clitoris through the silk of my practical panties, all the while watching the scene play out before me. The slut’s hands. So we cooled it a bit.Then began the therapy, and learning to do things over again. While there were no overt signs of brain damage, the doctors still wanted to prod her off and on, until they were happy with the results, and could say she would be back to normal soon.She noticed one day that I was reading a book, and asked me to read it to her. When I tried to throw in some voices, she just told me to cool it and read. It was almost as off key as my singing in her ear at the dances we had been.