I needed to look after Suzy’s dog, Hans. Don’t worry it’s not necessary as he explained that his wife, Cathy, had picked Hans up earlier and the... dog was now with her. ‘Thanks, buddy,’ I told him. ‘Why don’t you go home. I’ll be all right.’ ‘No, Rick. I’m staying right here with all of you,’ was his reply. With that he went into the kitchen and made a pot of coffee. The rest of the night was spent trying to come to some understanding of the tragedy. At half past six the next morning my cell. Jim already had his erect member out and rubbed the tip on her labia. Marilyn let out a little gasp as he fully entered her. He moved in and our silently and I wondered if the warehouse lad was watching and copying the moves. My cock was fully hard now but I was able to keep control but then Jim started longer and harder thrusts so I knew climax was near. He pushed himself into her as far as he could with a long almost painful sounding grunt. I was looking at Marilyn and saw her tense and throw. I’m sure she had a sparkle in her eye as she thanked me.Anyway, back to my tale.“Oh dear. It’s no good you will have to come and help me. It’s 5 hours until my home help arrives and I need to go.”“Go where?” I asked.“To the toilet. The back door is open and please be quick” and with that she hung up. I didn’t know what to do. But would could I do apart from help her. I took a deep breath and went round.I opened Dorothy’s back door and called out to her. “I’m in the living room, please. Randy wrapped his arms around his wife and said, "Why not? She looks so much like you when I met you. It makes me want you so much." She looks like you, not me!" Theresa disagreed."I can see you clearly in her," Randy countered. "At least enough to remind me of what a wild girl you were when we met." Well, you weren't exactly a priest yourself!" Theresa said with a laugh.Randy snuggled into her neck and said, "Want to go to bed early?" Mmmmm," Theresa purred. Then she pulled back and said, "But.