Camille seemed to be stuck on romantic poetry as so was Giovanni. Marissa had finally finished her essay on Frost's Poem "Mending Wall."The three frie...ds headed off for class and Gene followed silent as a mouse. He couldn't help but notice Marissa's mind in a far away place. Dylan. She's thinking of Dylan.Marissa smiled to herself abut what happened the previous night with Gene. It had been sexy as hell masturbating with him, but she knew he was not a "real" person. He was this imaginary man in. "Now, let's see what we have. I'm going to pay what for living here? In other words, how much do you want, and what do I get?"These were better terms for Theresa. She went into nurse mode, and listed off the things that were needed."You need a place to stay, food to eat, clothes washed, room cleaned..." she started, and paused for an acknowledgement from me. "Then there are the other details." Oh?" Transportation to your doctor and physical therapy visits. Those were my jobs and Jessica is. “Now, I'm hungry,” she said, then clarified, “for food.”“I am, too, so, give me a few minutes, and I'll go get us something.”Forgoing underwear and a shower, I got up, put on sweatpants and a t-shirt, and got in my car. After the ten minutes to get to the food section of the city, I passed on McDonald's and Burger King, then realized I hadn't asked her what she wanted. I decided to go get what I wanted, and hope she was too hungry to argue. I pulled into Samurai Time to get some teriyaki.. My nose is bumping her clit and she is grinding against me. I replace my tongue with two fingers, as my lips take her engorged clit into my mouth. I give her a “come hither” motion with my fingers, touching her spongy soft G-spot. My tongue swirls around her clitty. It doesn’t take long before she is pressing against my face and cumming. I lick her clit softly, while she slowly winds down. When her breathing becomes more in control, she releases my head and pulls me up to my feet.“That was.