"I've got to get some sleep, I'm beat to crap. Working like a dog on 4 hours sleep is not good. If I could see you tonight it would be great, but I wo...'t be able to be here until after 10. I was hoping we could do the beach in twilight or hang out without sneaking, but I really need to sleep.I agreed to meet him at my window sometime after 10. I was feeling a bit used, but the way he made my pussy feel eased my guilt and suspicions. Tonight, however, I swore that we would go as far as the night. . pea? What?" I was thoroughly frustrated, not to mention getting a bit aggravated that I wasn't hanging out with my boyfriend yet. His text was making me wetter by the second and I couldn't wait to be with him. Mr. Hawthorne chuckled. "You really don't understand anything, do you?" "No." I replied. Short and simple. "It's the actual word of a sound. Say, 'woof' for example. The sound dogs make." "Yeah, I know what sound dogs make. I'm not that stupid." My sarcastic, smart ass self was starting. “Come in.”Opening the door, Elizabeth stood to meet me. I exchanged smiles, and then a hug, with the wisest woman whom I know. That extended to a kiss, with a brief touching of tongues. “Let me make some tea, dear.”She bustled outside. I hoped Hal would sleep deeply, and would assume that I might be in the bathroom for quite a while.“Elizabeth, I think we’ve got a keeper in Hal. He’s a talented first-time lover, but, perhaps more important, he independently became skilled in some of our. James has told me this about my clitoris many times in preparation for our sexual union. James is trulyin-charge. He has made this obvious, just as he has told me how desirable I am to him. He looks intently into myeyes and, while he kneads my panty-clad buttocks, he says, "Brenda, darling. Your eyes are so beautiful. I can see through them all theway to your vagina!" As he said this his finger pressed into the silk of my panties, finding its way between my asscheeks.James was now gently.