By the time lunch time came, she was reading them the whole book, and the women were wetting themselves with laughter.“‘Spray my face with you jiz... I love that feeling. I want to suck your cock hard and swallow all your juice’ I ... I can’t read any more, someone ... else will have to. Look, I’ve actually wet myself, this is so funny”Bread and cheese arrived. “But, this is serious, this is what boys are thinking is normal sex; and they persuade girls that it is too. How do we address. ‘That will make you nice and easy to fuck later. Now. Tell me what you want inside you.’ As he spoke, his hand kept stroking my nipple, the sensations running from my breasts to my groin making it hard to think straight.I whimpered in embarrassment, feeling hollow and empty between my legs, a need that was growing greater as I lay here with my legs spread apart. In trying to close my legs, I realized I had only shifted them further open and I wriggled desperately against his hands holding. We still talked to each other, usually many times each day. When it was just the two of us talking together, there were no problems between us. If Kaitlyn, Bridget, Delilah or any other woman was around, Leslie would retreat into some kind of a shell, refusing to participate in anything more than the bare minimum necessary to avoid making me upset with her.It went on this way for months. There was a lot of tensions and emotions, both on and below the surface. As time went by, the toll it was. There was a noticeable pause, perhaps only 1 or 2 seconds, before she nodded her head up and down, without showing her face, or otherwise moving. Her closed body language was clear, but I couldn't tell if she was just being coy, or if she was silently freaking out inside her head. I figured the best way to find out was to ask some more questions:"Have you changed your mind?" I shuddered, as I asked her as calmly as possible.Another agonizingly long pause and she finally shook her head 'no',.