“Good afternoon!” he announced, smiling as he came into the room. “Everybody sleep well?”“You’re up late. You missed breakfast and lunch,�...� said his mother.“For some reason, I just couldn’t get to sleep. It was like whenever I got into bed, I just couldn’t find a position to sleep in. I was rolling around all night.”Aunt Elaine giggled at that. “Sounds exhausting. I had the same problem myself!”“As opposed to Rebecca. She’s still out cold. I don’t think she has moved an inch. If she wasn’t. .. um... Jesus, Brandon. I'm just... I don't know." She falls back against the seat and takes a couple of deep breaths. "Thanks for coming right over." Anytime, S!s." I answer. "You know that." Yeah," she smiles. "I do." She leans her head back against the headrest and closes her eyes. * * *"Can I tell you now?" Lauren asks, turning to me as soon as we walk in my house. "In a minute," I answer, taking her hand and leading her to my bedroom. "Take off your clothes and I'll massage your back. Smiling, she leaned across the table and set down her wine glass.“So,” she said, “would you like to go back to your apartment and masturbate with me?”Dark enveloped them inside his apartment and cushioned their fall, sinking down onto the sofa, their mouths meeting, inseparable. The windows, decoration, paintings, furnishings and surroundings dissolved around them, their focus funneled into the sensation of lips parting, overflowing in feeling. Their bodies shifted against and across each. Later that afternoon when he returned home, he was sitting in our garden having tea. I sat opposite to him, my perky nipples very visible through my t-shirt. Obviously he was enjoying watching them.He asked about my day so I winked at him and said, “Some old bastard has been stealing me and my mother’s (Yasmin’s) panties.”He said, “You ladies wear such tiny sexy panties and bras, so it’s not any man’s fault if they are stolen.” He said that he would love to see our gands and mammays, as he.