Samantha loved to get naked when she got home from work and use her sexy toys to pleasure herself. She'd often had a sexy session with one of them jus...t after she'd arrived home and then later in the evening before bedtime. But, one of Samantha's favorite times for using her vibrators was in the early morning when she'd just awakened and she was at one of her horniest moments of the entire day. When she woke up nearly every morning, her pussy was nicely wet and well lubricated and any man lucky. The rear window rolled down and someone shouted something at her. A black man's hand dangled the panties she'd worn that evening. She laughed, took the panties, and bent in to kiss the man. He cupped her ass and was obviously trying to entice her to get back into the car, but she struggled free and pointed to her watch. She slipped the panties back on with some difficulty.I heard her come in the front door. I pretended to be asleep when she entered the bedroom. I watched her undress and head. I'm going through clothes like I had my own factory ... bigger and bigger ... rounder and rounder ... A breakthrough ... I grew an inch ... I do not look like Marilyn ... no matter WHAT the boys say ... and gravity? Gravity hasn't caught up ... yet.Do the boys feel like this? Lost ... but oh so ... god ... this isn't fair. Oh ... they do? Thank you doctor! I made a step towards ... When I was on the boat ... in 1928 ... but I keep growing ... past budding ... past blossoming ... blooming .... And you don’t feel the steeltil it’s hanging out your back.”-AC/DC, “Night Prowler”“In five ... four...”The technician finished the countdown with his fingers and pointed at Contessa Helena de San Finzione. She sat in a Louis XV chair, wearing a black Christian Dior pantsuit with a beige blouse beneath; and turned to face a monitor where she could see two fifty-something women sitting on a couch in a morning television studio in Los Angeles sipping wine and pretending to talk to each other.