The previous week, Samantha had shown us her couples' vibrator, and now she was using it: one end inside her and the other thrusting in and out of Tif.... But whereas internal pleasure worked for Tiff, I needed my clit touched, so Thomas thrusting into me wouldn't get me off by itself.I rested on one arm and reached for my vibrator again as he kept going. He kept apologising that he was taking so long, but I had no complaints: he stayed hard and kept his rhythm up. He was also noticeably longer. After half an hour I went down in fine jeans and t-shirt in my mother’s room. As I entered in I was in a shock as Maa was standing in front of the full mirror and humming some song and combing her hair. What made me wonder was, she was wearing only a petticoat around her waist and nothing on top.Her fine fair smooth back is shining in the light. Her petticoat is so tight that I could see the contour of her panties over the petticoat. All these glimpses I saw in a few seconds. Then realizing. Elsa knew how it applied to the people around us.The girls were wearing short skirts, sans underwear as always, and pretty colored tops without bras. Some of the tops were pretty daring too. I did notice that Elsa and Cindy were carrying slightly large purses. They were sometimes the packhorses for the other girls’ cosmetics, but in the outer side pockets of their purses, where they were very accessible, sat Glock 30s and spare magazines of ammunition.After our dinner, we went into the lounge. You never do dates. I thought that wasn't your thing." My roommate was right; it wasn't my thing, but this was different. I liked Sloane. Hell, who am I kidding - I liked her a lot. Our lunch date was wonderful and our kiss afterwards was one I'll never forget. When she asked me to dinner this evening there was no way I was going to decline. "Trust me, Jimmy, this is a date. I'll tell you all about it when I get back." A short time later I pulled into the driveway of Sloane's home. I guess.