“Sometimes. Mostly I get sad when I’m lonely.”“Do I help you not feel lonely?”“Silly. That’s why I come to listen to you play. I don’t... feel lonely when I can hear your guitar.”“I don’t feel as sad when I hear your voice,” I chuckled. “Maybe we should send a music message to Em so she doesn’t feel lonely. What do you think?”We quickly agreed and I recorded five minutes of lively tunes while Pey danced around. We sent it off to Em with a message that said ‘Cheer up! We love you!’“I’m going to go. She reached over and grabbed the new bottle of Glide. She made sure I watched as she spread a nice big clear glob onto her three fingers. We never lost eye contact as her hand slipped between my cheeks and I felt her push them right into me. It felt good as she worked her fingers in my opening. Emily grabbed a small brown bottle and brought it up to my nose. She pressed one finger to my left nostril and held the bottle up to my right, ‘In hale slow and deep. This will relax your muscles and. She had no friends that he knew of. There were never any visitors. The phone hardly ever rang, and when it did, it was usually a wrong number or a persistent telemarketer. She worked alone. A mortician. Side by side with cold, lifeless corpses. He guessed they wouldn't miss her. And he guessed that no one else would either. He watched her from his perch outside of her window as she undressed. Her flimsy black lace bra and panties falling to the floor at her feet, revealing a pair of large, firm. And… to be honest… I wondered if he might be right. His doubt motivated me to find out. It made me edge him harder. It made me stop and let go, every time my instinct screamed at me “He’s a man!! Make him cum!!” It’s why I insist on playtime every night, no matter what’s happening in our daily lives or how tired I feel. I wanted to know… to genuinely know… could I break him? Is it even possible?Well…Last night, I’m proud to say, I finally… carefully… definitely broke him!After six weeks of.