I stretch my fingers, reaching deep inside my sheath. There. Oh! I tickle the sensitive spot deep inside, still imagining Tommy’s head fixed firmly ...etween my thighs. My lips part. Air rushes in and out of my lungs. A moan of pleasure escapes with each breath. I rub my pulsing nub in manic circles with my thumb as my fingers twitch and probe within the depths of my hot desire. Steaming water continues to pulsate against my skin. As one hand abuses my pussy, the other finds my stiff aching. ”“I’m missing something here,” I said.“I needed someone who was close to you like I am, who could be close to me, and who wouldn’t come between us, or me between the two of you. Remember what I told Stephanie about not interfering? Well, this is how you can have the girls you need without it interfering.”“Then explain Bethany,” I said.“She won’t come between us. You two will fix your friendship, you’ll be very close, intimate even, but there will be a line that she won’t cross. She knows that,. I liked that because, aside from the sex, she was good company.We sat at the kitchen table as I sipped tea and she watched (eating and drinking weren't a part of her world). We were discussing wallpaper and paint colors and trying to come to an agreement one room at a time. For obvious reasons, I felt I should have the final say, but Annie wasn't willing to make that concession."Ok, tell you what," I suggested after we'd argued over colors and patterns without getting anywhere, "Why don't you. She worked in a garage, fixing cars, something she'd always been good at, ever since middle school, when she used to work on their dad's old car."Oh, you know. Same old same old." Bobby was twenty-seven, 6'2", and lanky, with short, slightly spiky dirty blond hair. He worked at a software company, as a programmer. Again, he'd always been good at that; reading computer books and tech manuals when the other kids were struggling with Dr. Seuss.Johnny and Katie had moved in together for financial.