“Mia, I know you said you have never had sex before, but has anyone ever fingered you? Even yourself?” she asked while slipping a second finger in...to tweak my clit. “Mmmmmm. No. I’ve never tried. I usually just play with my clit when I’m alone.” “The thought of you playing with yourself is so hot!” She giggled. She began kissing behind my ear and sucked the lobe carefully. “Would you like me to finger you?” she asked seductively. I swallowed hard and nodded. I wanted her to be the first. The. "I would say then, my little Brainiac slave, that it is time to explain things to me, and stop going around and around the block. I'm semi-intelligent myself, so I think I can keep up."Again she giggled. Then took a very deep breath, and started to explain. I tried to let her go until she got it all out, but I just had to interject at some points."Sir, until 15 minutes ago, I had NO idea, that an orgasm like that could even exist. I mean, Amy and I, see these girls moaning like crazy, some even. "I bought a couple of six packs of your favorite beer andabout ten pounds of your favorite snack foods. And now you're tellingme you'd rather go to a movie!"Jack looked up from the bowl of cereal he was eating. "I think that'swhat I suggested. I'm sorry honey, I don't know why, but I'm just notinterested in the game this year. Maybe it's because the teams playingaren't all that good." Not that good? Jack, I've been here when the two worst teams in thenation played the worse Super Bowl game. ” Morgan kissed me back.“Hello, Evan.” She was sullen and I didn’t hug nor kiss her. After a moment, she said, “I guess you heard that I’m stuck here for a while.” I nodded.Morgan said, “Mother, I hope you will use the time to reflect upon your life and become successful like you were. You were happier then.”Susan looked embarrassed for a moment. She said, “Morgan, could you go by the house and check the mail?”“Yes, I had planned for Evan and I to go by the house each evening. I won’t go there.