The older woman spoke."We could see how much you enjoyed our little show earlier thisafternoon. We thought you might enjoy it and we were right, weren...t we?"I think my jaw had dropped a little at that comment. Of course I hadenjoyed it! I was a normal boy, wasn't I and hadn't I been given a rathernice display of what is not normally on show?"Which did you enjoy most? My daughter's teen fashion with all the laceand silk over nylons and suspenders or my nice straight skirt and moremotherly. ”Squish, squish, squish go Janet’s fingers in my vagina. All this filthy talk is turning us both on.Suddenly the guy covers his knob and sits back. He’s seen something. Janet stops fingering me. It’s the waitress, back with our drinks and Janet’s cake.Janet reaches up to take the proffered plate. I can see my vaginal juices glistening on her hand, a drip of sticky goo actually dangling from one finger. Jesus Christ, what if the waitress notices? What will she think?“Thank you,” says Janet with. Later still, when she undressed for bed, he looked at her a little sadly, as though her being naked was reminding him of what he’d lost. Which didn’t make sense, because he hadn’t lost anything, but she understood what he felt. She tried to hold him as they lay in the darkness together, but he kept rolling over, shifting away, until she gave up. He’d never tried to avoid her in bed before. * Ashley didn’t sleep well. She didn’t think David had either. She woke five or six times, and each time. Kimmel, Colbert, John Oliver, Conan, Jimmy Fallon.”“Oh, well, we don't have TVs or radios at our convent.”“And no computers, either, huh?” I asked, my shoulders slumping.“The only news we get comes from the diocese,” she said. “We're a cloistered order, cut off from the world.” She patted my leg for a moment, her touch so warm compared to the wet skin. The heat rushed up to my pussy. My snatch clenched and my dick swelled harder, tenting the front of my sodden jean skirt. “I'm sure other people.