Her only request was that I get my hands on a little blue pill so I would be a guaranteed rock hard for the aftereffects of her pill. We met for dinn...r that night and began with a toast and she took her pill. We ate dinner and nothing really seemed to happen. After desert I took my pill and then she went back to the room to change as I disrobed. By the time she came out I was already hard, the truth was I didn't need the pill to begin with because it had been a week since we had fucked. . He was cute, but such a bonehead usually, like coming over to my house when I specifically told him not to."You can't stay," I said. "My mom could come home like any second." And maybe she won't." He grinned. "Come on. Shit. I didn't see you all weekend. I heard you got busted at the mall." What?" I figured that would get out and I felt myself getting hot all over."That true? Oh man! What were you doing?" he asked, coming in and closing the door behind him."Nothing," I said. "I don't wanna talk. It said “Mr. Vibrator” on the lid. Dilly: What is Mr. Vibrator?Jamison: It is a special toy for your pussy.Dilly: What does it do?Jamison: Let me show you.Mr. Vibrator was a small black plastic thing about two inches long by one inch wide. It was curved on all over with a cable out of one end. The cable went to a box that had batteries and a control knob. After Jamison opened the box, he spoke to Mr. Vibrator. He pretended that Mr. Vibrator spoke back by making his own voice sound like it. "Mercy stifled an amused snort. She had all but forgotten about Al'swarning. "Mom I think you shouldn't say the word 'bra' for a while. Iforgot to tell you but Al, the teacher from the center, put a spell onyou. He says 'sorry' he couldn't help it."Her mother looked bemused. "What happens when I say funbags keeper?"Again Mercy had to stifle a snicker. "Instead of 'bra', you say'funbags keeper'."That put a blush on her mother's face. The rest of their dinner wasmore uneventful. Though Mercy.