How many events in his childhood took place in the lodge? Graduation. Receptions. School award functions. Even those pained performances when he playe... piano through middle school. Nothing had changed about the interior as well. The walls were still covered in a laminated wooden paneling that reminded him of Crayola Crayon Brown. The floors were still made of stained and speckled white tiles and the stage at the far end of the room remained out of place in its near inadequacy. As his eyes. I hoped that they tended to mind their business in that neighborhood.The next thing I knew, Cara was sliding off her shorts and panties. Then she scooted up on top of me.She made no comment, but slid her lightly fuzzy pussy right up against my face, just as Heather had done. I started by brushing my tongue against her lip and she gave a short “ooh!”, surprised by the sensation. The short hairs tickled my tongue as it struck them.I moved on to sliding it in between her lips, slowly at first then. ” For all I knew, she had only been looking for an excuse to take everything off. Whatever the case, she didn’t argue further. We watched her undress. She lay her clothes neatly at the foot of her bed. While she did that, I noticed what looked like the end of a vibrator sticking out from under her pillow. “What’s this?” I asked, and pulled the pillow away to look. I discovered a translucent dildo about a foot and a half long with penis shapes at both ends. Had she unpacked it when we arrived or. She is their friend, not mine.”“Oh really?” Rachael and Ngozi chorused, looked at each other, with smiles on their faces; completely at a loss.“Yeah,” Christine said with a laugh, looking from her friends to me. “You guys can go, I will be here. Just make sure you come for me when you are done.” My joy knew no bounds on hearing those words. She, the one I had desired the most, was going to stay with me.“Cool,” Rachael said as she and Ngozi began to walk away from us, beer cans in their hands..