"Jan foraged the refrigerator and added a healthy dollop of vodka to the red elixir. She cut two wedges of lime and squeezed them into the glass. "Her... you go Miss Slut. You'll feel like a lady again in no time." Where do those college kids get such stamina? Poor Stan and Bob tucker out if they make it twice in a night." You mean peter out?" I told you I'm eliminating that word from my vocabulary. It's a good thing we found out about their hunting escapade. We have an excuse to cut them off for. I was getting used to seeing her naked by now but she was still a beautiful woman. I shook my head to clear out those extraneous erotic thoughts. My memory of last night was indelibly burned into my brain. The first thing I had done was to lift her shirt over her tits. But she was already naked. I grabbed her clothing and draped her top over her chest and her panties and shorts over her crotch. She started as she felt the cloth touch her skin but smiled as she realized what I was doing. She. "I was lying in bed, thinking about the way you've been stealing my panties and sniffing the crotch...... and I got so excited. I knew I had to see it for myself, Sweetheart." "From now on," she added, almost whispering to me, "whenever you need to masturbate, I want you to come tell me and I'll help you, Scottie, just like I'm doing now. You can stand right in front of me - no more sneaking around, and no more going behind my back. And, I promise I'll make it good for you each time,. I am not a patient person. I was on my fourth cup of coffee and Ryan was still in bed so I soaked a dishrag in cold water and went back into the bedroom. Holding the rag over his head I squeezed it and watched the water fall on him and then had the pleasure of seeing him sit up sputtering. "What the --, God damn it Joyce, what did you do that for?" For the fun of it asshole. Get your sorry ass out of bed; you and I have some talking to do."I went back into the kitchen, sat down and waited. It.