Jean started to pant; Toby circled around behind her and began playing with her puffy nipples. In moments, she began to shake, and the tendons stood out in her forearms as she fought the urge to crush Candace’s face against her simmering twat. "OooooooOOOOOOHHHH, GUH! GUH! GAWWWD!" She shook like a leaf, and her eyes rolled up; Toby leaned over the top of the chair to kiss her, upside down.
In a moment, Jean pushed Candace away, weakly. Toby eyed Candace, "Did you get it all?" Candace, mute, nodded her head yes. Turning to Jean, he asked, "Dear, do you forgive Candace?"
"Yeah. Sure. Fine…" Jean was busy reaching up to grab Toby; she needed him…
"Okay, Candace, you can run along, now. I imagine you’re going to want to punish Lon for getting you into this…" Toby turned away from Candace, patently ignoring her as he pulled Jean up from the chair, seated himself, and pulled her back onto his lap for kisses and caresses. Candace rose like a zombie, dressed in silence, and left.
A few minutes later, Jean came up for air and asked, "How do you do that? It’s amazing! Candace was…" She really had no words for it…
"I don’t know," Toby replied. "That’s why we can’t count on it. All I know is that if I approach her just right, Candace is very … suggestible…"
In her car, halfway home, Candace was asking herself the same questions. "How does he DO that? My God!" She was furious with herself for having totally knuckled under to Toby — and scared to death because she didn’t understand the mechanism involved. What was it — hypnotism? It had to be that — it couldn’t be anything else! When had he hypnotized her? She couldn’t remember — but was that a surprise?
Lon caught Hell when she got home! "Damn you! You jackass! I ought to beat you to death! Toby lit into me over your little escapade — and he made me … do things…" There was NO WAY she was going to tell Lon WHAT, exactly! Fuming, she headed for the bathroom to brush her teeth and gargle… "Don’t go ANYWHERE! Clean up your room! Fix the — AAAAUUUUGH!" She threw up her hands and disappeared into her bedroom suite, slamming the door behind her. Lon stood there, amazed; Mama was beside herself! This was not gonna be good…
Toby headed home around noon; Jean was tired but happy, and apparently running on an even keel. He got home to find Rick slouched on the couch in the living room, looking wasted. "Can I go home now?" Rick asked listlessly.
"Yeah, I think you’re off the hook for now," Toby chuckled. "What’s up? Ma wear you out?"
"DID SHE? Dude, Your Mom’s sweet, and she’s incredible in bed, but she’s INSATIABLE! We went FIVE TIMES — and the later ones weren’t short! I thought I was gonna die about four a.m.! I think I’m broken…"
"You’ll be fine, Sweetie!" Beth’s voice lilted in from the kitchen. "Want some pancakes? How about waffles?"
Chuckling, Toby hauled Rick up off the couch and pointed him toward the kitchen, "And the condemned ate a hearty meal…" he misquoted.
Rick got his color back during breakfast — and Ma was walking on clouds, apparently. "You did good, Man," Toby assured Rick as he let him out the front door. "Ma probably overdid it a bit, but she’ll settle down. In the meantime, you’re probably set for a couple of days, huh?" He winked.
"I guess!" Rick laughed. "Pool time tomorrow?"
"Cool. Hey, uh, Jean’s probably resting — we didn’t exactly lay around watching TV, either…"
"Cool," Rick replied. "I’m gonna pass out for about eight hours…" Toby clapped him on the back and closed the door.
Back in the kitchen, Ma was swaying here and swaying there, humming. "So, how was Rick?" Toby asked.
"WONDERFUL!" Beth gushed. "I could do that EVERY NIGHT!"
"We’d better get you a football team, then," Toby chuckled. "I think you damn near killed him!"
"Oh, bull!" Beth exclaimed, the closest she came to cursing. "In an hour or so, he’d have been ready to go again!"
"Huh! Maybe!" Toby snorted. "I’m gonna go crash for a while. See you when you get off…"
"Okay, Sweetheart. Do you need anything? How is Jean?"
"I’m fine. Jean’s fine. I jerked a knot in Candace’s tail, but that’s another story," Toby related.
"Sweetheart, about Jean…" Beth began.
"Jean needs a lot more than just sex, Ma," Toby interjected. "I do, too, for that matter. But it will all be okay, because if she has a strong relationship to backstop her, she CAN do just sex. We had a long talk, and she’s gonna play ball — with Lon, even."
"Hmmm, well, this strong relationship thing — are you really up for that?" Beth asked.
"There’s really only one way to find out…"
Damn! Robert Rankin tore his eyes off the sway of Nurse Tolliiver’s ass in her scrubs and buried them in his patient’s chart for what had to be the thirteenth time since she came on shift. The top was a flower print, and the pants were magenta — and they didn’t seem to have any control over the motion of that ass — especially when you factored in the way those hips were rocking… 'I need to get my temperature taken… ' Tolliver was chunky — not normally a descriptor likely to cause a woman to be in demand, as far as Robert was concerned — but he was completely overlooking the issue because of the aura she was giving off…
Rounds were long over; Robert had made his second pass through the ward and was cleaning up his paperwork. The patients had been fed their evening meal, each according to his or her ability to absorb nutrition, and things were generally quiet — but Robert went totally bonkers every time Tolliver passed through his line of vision, and it seemed like by the time he had his head back on straight, she was back…
Now she was leaning on the counter of the nurse’s station, talking to Nurse Carter — and Robert was carefully positioned across the way where he had a three-quarters-on shot of her left side and that delectable hind end…
"So," Louise teased, "How’s your new man?"
Beth’s eyes popped. "What?"
"C’mon, Honey, you might buffalo a man, but you’re not kidding me — you’re glowing in the dark!" the black woman pressed.
"It’s nothing — casual," Beth demurred, "Not a boyfriend — girlfriend thing…"
"But he’s checking the oil in your baby-maker, isn’t he, Hon?" Louise’s eyes were full of mischief.
"Well, yeah…" Beth blushed.
"You’re protected?" Louise queried.
"Oh, yeah. Quarterly injection," Beth replied.
"Good." Louise paused a moment, then murmured, "You know, there’s nothing like getting a little to make the other team wake up and take you seriously…"
"Huh?"
"You’re driving Dr. Rankin absolutely nuts." Louise pointed him out with her eyes.
"I am?" Beth flicked a surprised glance over her shoulder. Dr. Rankin was looking at something with hungry eyes — her ass?! He picked up on the fact that she was looking at him and ducked behind his chart. "That’s sudden…"
"You’re advertising, Hon," Louise chuckled. "You’re walking around here with a big sign on that butt of yours that says I’m fuckable! And he’s reading it!"
"But I’ve always been … approachable…" Beth protested.
"Maybe you have, Hon, but until a couple of days ago, that sign said Drone!" Louise chuckled. Eyeing Dr. Rankin, she whispered, "Do me a favor, Hon — shift from one leg to the other."
"Like this?" Beth shifted her weight, which, of course, imparted a certain motion to her ass…
Louise snickered, loudly. Robert, red-faced, got up and dashed off.