Alicia ordered her favorite French toast option and Mike preferred the Swedish pancakes, which I personally could never develop a liking for, but to e...ch his own, and soon we were each buried in our plates.Apparently combining the kind of meditation session we had this morning with a session in the Garden was a real fuel burner, because we all finished everything on our plates. Even Felicia, who was notorious in our group as a picky eater. I paid the bill, and then let everyone filter into the. Pat and Ivy were waiting for them and had opened the Hobson residence for them to stay. The duo's arms were filled with a tightly clinging female as soon as they exited the arrivals' tube dirtside; TJ and Morg were led, dragged, guided to a ground car, pushed inside and found their laps full of derriere as a grinning Bill Sorensen drove the party to the Hobson's. Bill courteously dismissed an invitation to join them muttering something about a 'third wheel'.The pairs quickly separated to the. .. I might not cum any more.”Christ. “It’s an emotional thing, not just physical. They’ll come back, but if they don’t I’ll still love you.”She pressed into me and I rolled onto my back and helped pull her on top. I was betting she’d still have done this only with me. I cuddled her intensely, with no erection. I was trying not to think about what she must have experienced.“Is it okay if we don’t do it?” she asked. “You were right, to say not. Just for a bit.”“Of course.”So we talked a bit more. .” He turned me on my back. I just looked at him with an 'I'm mad at you' face. “So you were awake and you didn't answer me. Calls for punishment,” he said with darkness. He put his hand in my panties and started fingering me. I tried to move his hand, because I didn't want him to know how much he was turning me on. He stopped and moved my hands, then went back to stroking me with his fingers. “Look how wet you are for me. You don't get that wet with anyone else, do you?” His hands made me so.