He was drifting off to sleep when he heard the shuffling noise again, louder this time. ‘Who’s there? Answer me, who’s there? I can hear you.’...No answer came, again. But there had to be someone there. ‘Who are you? I can hear you.’ A hand bumped Thomas’s leg, startling him. The noise had been closer than he had expected, but it moved away again and whoever had touched him backed off beyond his reach. A question came from the dark. The first voice he’d heard in days, and it wasn’t at all what. His cock stayed where it was and my legs wrapped around his waist. After we settled into the sexual missionary position he smiled at me. The foreplay and fucking had made me much more flexible indeed and he started to rock his cock into me once again. I could feel the whole length of him move almost all the way out and slowly shove it back in to the hilt. I almost preened like a cat. I loved being fucked in this position so I could watch the pleasure in his face. The strong arms nestled beside. Mark offered to take the 10 minute walk to the local shop to get some. I explained to Debbie everything was now working fine. She gave me a little motherly hug and asked could I please show her how it works. I asked her had she also purchased a tripod, she replied she had and it was still in her bed room where she had unpacked it.Thinking nothing of it I followed her through to the adjoining room which was her bedroom as it is a bungalow she lives in. I attached the camera to the tripod and. ”“Cool! It’s just you, me and Melanie, right?”“No, her fiancé Pete will be there. He’ll be naked as well.”“Oh. That’s different. Let me think about it, OK?”I didn’t stay long after we made love because we both had homework to do and we’d see each other on Friday for what had become our regular date.On Tuesday, I spoke to Tracey at the beginning of lunch and asked her about Marty. She said that she had started talking to him the previous week, and she liked him. They were going to go on a date.