.. was masturbating.”“Clearly,” I said, moving to the bed. She lay on it, her legs in exam stirrups, spread apart, a hospital gown covering her....“I just ... wanted to try something ... thicker.” She shivered. “And my husband has not been ... attentive. He works hard. And ... You mustn’t tell him. He can’t know the shameful things I do when he’s not in our bed.”“Oh, I won’t tell him,” I said. “But I do have to take a look.”She nodded her head, looking up at the ceiling and away from me. She said. She just needs..." She trailed off. She paused and glanced to the side uneasily."Time?" Lanno suggested.Amanda looked back to him and nodded. "Yes, that's it. Time." Is something the..." Lanno, I better get back to work, Vanlo will be expecting me to finish preparing some more anti-rash salve by midday." She started away from him, then turned her head and smiled. "Don't forget to come by later."Lanno nodded and smiled faintly. "I won't."Amanda cast a lingering and somewhat forlorn look at Lanno. I smiled back and as she did she adjusted her sitting position to face me. This time I didn’t hide my erect cock and made a move to move my arm away from my lap, instead of turning away her eyes checked me out. her eyes were like painting brushes as they took long sweeping looks at my legs and groin. When at last her eyes met mine again she reached her hand on onto her ankles and with a single movement stroked her long legs. wow again. This was a classy lady yet her briefest movement was. After stopping at Justin's dorm, the two ofthem went back to the town of Newberry to Justin's home. Just as he'dexpected, only Justin's older sister Jane greeted them.After hugging Jane, he asked the obvious question. "Where are they?" Atlanta," she answered. "Southern Sports Report, you know." TheSouthern Sports Report was the name of the sports news broadcast thatcame on every night at 10 o'clock on FSN South, a regional sports cablenetwork. Every once in a while, they flew to Atlanta,.