“That was fantastic!” she said “Yeah your telling me.!“I know that this can’t be a regular thing but we have a good memory to play with don�...�t we and perhaps in the future there may be another little occasion where we could have a bit of titillation with Roger.” Claire said, Jim replied “Perhaps but we both know that it mustn’t be regular, perhaps if something accidental happens then that is so but we mustn’t engineer it.”They locked in a kiss.Both of the boys were going to play squash in the. Not as embarrassed as I thought I would be, I just kept with my pace and climber over her to the other side of the bed. Mary's eyes never left my tent, but the coffee cup she was holding did make it to the bedside table and that magazine must not have been too interesting, it too was down and on the floor. Getting under the covers to retrieve a pillow, I propped myself up next to Mary. "How about you come over here and snuggle with me now? I would love to Sam, but I need something. . y'know, if you really, truly want to see it..." "Oh!", Jake(f) interjected. "I want to see it, alright!" "Alright, then... if you insist... I'll show it to you!", Vicki returned gruffly. "But... be forewarned, Jake... it's a copy of a copy of a copy... and the perspective isn't the greatest... y'know, given that fiber-optic lense is locate across the room... behind the wall mounted register grate... and it's kind of distorted... y'know, because of the fish-eye effect..." "But anyhow.... There’s probably some blood, too.”“Isn’t there supposed to be? It’s supposed to hurt and there’s supposed to be blood.”“Sometimes. It depends on the girl.”“Move the comforter,” she asked.I did and there was, indeed, a decently sized red spot on the sheet, and red streaks on her thighs and on my flaccid shaft. She giggled, then pulled the comforter over us.“We’ll wash the sheets this morning,” I said.“OK. So now what?”“Now, we shower, have breakfast, and you go to Mass. When you come home, we’ll.