Above me, the hands I see all calling me to grab hold of the ladder are the hands of strangers who I am sure would rather rape me than rescue me. But ...it's still my choice and mine alone to make. I look one last time toward the other side of the emptiness for any signs of a third choice, but there is none. The edge on which my husband and friends once stood has receded from sight; the sounds of their voices now nothing more than distant echoes.This might be all a dream except for the fact I fear. Ellen was moaning. Her hips wererolling back and forth like waves on the beach. Greg gaped at his glistening manhood. The fullness of her lipsglided along its length. As he glanced to the pulsing blue numbers ofa shelf-top's digital clock, he tremored, "What if your husband returnsearly from work?" She muttered, her soft voice quaking, "He won't. He works nearTampa Bay and won't be home until eight in the morning." He lifted her from the floor, then lowered her to the couch, tasting her. I love the feel of that thing. It’s the softest thing, hard to imagine what it might feel like between my legs but I know it will be totally addictive. Uh-Dick-Tive! Get it?“It’s too bad you’re a guy and won’t get to fuck him too. Well, the guys here fuck him but you probably wouldn’t want to do that. But don’t you worry. You’re safe with Bernice and I. We’ll take care of you.”Denny had finished his eating and he sat very quietly just watching as Lilly continued to have sex with increasing. . .” She opens the stall door! And hands it to me. I see, that she is wearing her white silk robe, unusual for this time of day, but not unheard of on a Sunday afternoon. Still . . . I begin to dry myself. “Would you like me to do that? Give me the towel.” I step out dripping on the rug, This is more like it! She uses it on my head, but then steps back to survey my form. “Mmm . . you've lost a bit of stiffness, I'll help buck it up.”Mom uses the terrycloth to rub me on my genitals,.