Estelle called it a triangle, but it was as round as the other (although she'd suggested a curved barbell, which I'd refused). It went horizontally ju...t behind my clit, and I could feel it all the time, too. I thought the symbolism was just perfect: I was my clit, sandwiched gently between my two lovers.Jenny was entranced and the only thing that prevented another makeout session was my residual soreness from the piercings and Estelle's stern warnings about giving things time to heal. Jenny. It hit me that I should change my message on my cell phone so that anyone calling would be able to leave me a message when I had my phone turned off. I also thought of Richard who once and awhile calls and leaves me messages for me. I sat there thinking of what I could say that would be cute, sexy and still not give Richard any hint that I was fooling around. I dialed the number and put in my password. I cleared my voice and spoke in the sexiest voice that I could think of."Hi, I am so sorry. Vague, but growing stronger. At any moment, she was sure she'd remember absolutely everything. No need to rush it, best to treasure the blissful ignorance at the start of what would probably be a frantic day. She was the university idol, after all. There were so many things she had to do, even when it was a supposedly free day. Attend events, meet people, chat with students. All just to maintain her reputation. It was tiresome, and yet, she knew that to fail in this eternal dance, or to falter. He managed to just shrug it off though. After all he'd seen and played with them last night. Although his cock still hardened slightly at the sight. 'Ermmm I’ve got breakfast, I didn't know what you liked so I just got us a full english each.' He shouted through to her over the sound of the hair dryer blowing. Turning the hair dryer off, she shook her hair out of her eyes and turned round to face him. 'Yeah that's great, thank you.' she said, taking a seat at the table and pulling her breakfast.