”My mom clearly hadn’t heard me fall and things were going according to plan. I pretended to hesitate.“No, I’m fine …” and I groaned a lit...le more and even though my left hand was on my thigh, I made sure I applied more pressure on my dick. Not enough to hurt me, obviously.“Listen, are you sure you hurt your leg?”“What? Yeah. Fine see for yourself.”She sighed and pushed my shorts up my leg. She found the actual bruise. The bloody bed had scratched me and my skin had peeled off. I’m used to. Sally for her part, had tried various times to get him to see that she liked him, and that he should hit on her, and should not be bashful about it. It went on like this for much of the fall semester. Once, just after Halloween, he had been having trouble with cube root fractions, and Ms Grandquist had helped him, then suggestively said, she had a private tutoring lesson for him if he wanted it. This blew his mind too, but he hadn’t known what to say to that. 4. Terry had hit on the idea that. “Maybe this should be the last one,” she mused.I shrugged, a pointless act because it was completely dark. “If you think you have what you want.”“For now. I still have some others of the mic that I took over Thanksgiving to print, but that’s going to be multiple exposures and stuff. Not sure if I’m up for that right now.”“I’d be into seeing how you do that.”“Sure,” she said. “But some other day. I’m feeling a bit out of it, now. Here, can you develop the last photo?”“Yeah.” I dropped the last. When Lucy returned, her long blue strap-on preceding her into the room, the first thing she saw was her roommate’s ass. “Casey!” she cried, delivering a loud slap to that ass. “Who invited you to this party?”Casey smiled over her shoulder at Lucy. “It’s my living room too.”“A fair point,” countered Lucy, pulling her roommate’s mouth to the strap-on, which was liberally coated with Jun and Jane’s sticky juices. Jane took the opportunity to slide her head under Casey’s skirt, but without the use.