My eyes closed as I continued to let her fingers work me. Like a cheap wanton whore, I did not care how loud I was being or if anyone walked in. All I...wanted was to give myself over to a full and pleasurable release. I felt my pussy clench down on her fingers as she curled them and thrust them in and out of me, going harder and deeper with every thrust. She moved down slowly to her knees behind me, her fingers staying buried inside me the whole time. Her other hand didn't stop moving to my. His breathing was ragged as he struggled to keep himself quiet.As Samantha's movements picked up speed there was the sound of high-pitched, annoying music. A cellphone ringtone. Prof. Roberts looked shocked and lunged for his pants, sitting on the couch next to him. Samantha squealed in distress as she fell off his lap and onto the couch cushions."Who is that..." Her voice was icy."Uh..." Prof. Roberts had the phone in his hand, looking back and forth from the still ringing phone and Samantha's. "Damn, Bobbie. What is in there?"Bobbie smiled. "Love." She reached over and touched Sylvia's hand. "Gladto be home." Mom."***The flick of the lighter echoed across the rooftops of the other housesnestled there in the quiet street leading to the cul-de-sacs ofDelacroix Circle.Kim inhaled and exhaled, studying the glowing end. "So, first nightback." How's it feel?" Pretty good. Just worried that Roxx might come here." Yeah," Kim agreed. "She's tapped into something dark. I don't like it." Then. We talk about that for a long time. Then we discussed movies and tv shows and music and books. We were very similar in our tastes and I began to really want her. I wanted to flat out ask her what it would take to take her home right then. But oddly, I felt like it would be rude to her. She had been a perfect lady up till then, compared to those other fake bitches, she was a delight, and I felt indebted to her. It was the first time in a long time I felt like any female cared about me, and I.