“Oops!” Stephanie giggled.“Squirt?” I asked, surprised at the revelation.“Pot. One time. And no, it wasn’t with Zach. Just forget I said a...ything. I didn’t like it. It made me feel strange, and in a way I didn’t like. It wasn’t like when I drink vodka.”“I never had any inclination to try drugs,” I said. “I know some fraternity guys who smoke pot, and one who smokes opium, but it just doesn’t hold any attraction for me. I’ll stick to caffeine and alcohol.”“And sex?” Kara teased, and we all had a. See?" Steven? What are you doing here?" No, he's gone camping..." That's right, you went camping. Where are the kids?" I told you, camping." Skippy sat down beside her on the couch, bobbing his head in an attempt to keep it within her shaky line of sight."Oh, they're still camping?" There was a giggle in her voice. "So it's you and me alone? You romantic devil, you." Mrs. Keaton fell forward, dropping into Skippy's lap. He pushed her back up."No, Mrs. Keaton, it's me, Skippy, remember?" I. She moaned and raised her hips to meet my willing finger. She was so turned on that within moments she was rocking and thrusting into a massive orgasm and I was reminded of another reason why I liked tying her arms to her side as I watched her full luscious breasts swing unrestrainedly with every thrust.Then I remembered we were in front of the window. Looking across the street I saw one of the second floor neighbors giving me a huge thumbs-up. But we were not done yet!I told her I wanted to. Her breasts were B cup, and her ass was just a tiny bit wider than the rest of her frame would normally provide. Fuckin perfect.After a few questions, she said that the test she was going to use would require some electrodes to be placed near my anus. She instructed me on which muscles to relax and which ones to contract once she got the machine hooked up. Once she was confident I understood the process, she asked me to lay on my side so she could place the electrodes.I had thoroughly shaved.