I threw on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and went downstairs to get some coffee and some breakfast, hoping that things would just get normal for a fe... hours, (dare I ask for a whole day?) so I could get a grip on my new living situation.Colette was in the kitchen, she'd already brewed a wonderful smelling pot of coffee and was busy pouring cereal into a bowl. Jen was sitting at the kitchen bar talking to her, and, thankfully, actually wearing clothes – a tight white tank top and a red pair of. Rebecca only smiled more deeply and nodded as if she had no earthly idea what she was being accused of. As the class returned to normal, Rachel stayed frozen in her position. It was clear the implication that Rebecca had been making. And her barb had once again found its mark. Sudden images of her experience with Brad and Matt flashed across her brain and Rachel stiffened painfully. Finally, she allowed herself to turn her head further and look directly at Rebecca. She watched as her ex-friend. These girls all know my weakness for my ears.?is that hard cock for me? P whispers lightly in my ear.I try to half hearted shoo her off but truth is I love talking on the phone while being stimulated.Her finger nails are lightly scraping up and down my cock occasionally pinching my sack.?Don’t forget to ask for my salad? she says between kissing my earlobes and lightly licking my ears.?And a side salad PPllleassses? at that moment she started stroking me very lightly and very quickly almost. .."Caleb laid the whole story out for his friend. At some point, during the story, and at a signal from Scotty, Singer holstered his pistol and poured himself a cup of coffee. It took over thirty minutes to explain everything."That's a good story," Scotty said when Caleb had finished. "You should write a book. Good fiction is hard to find." The truth is often stranger than fiction," Caleb rebutted. "Do you think I would lie to you about something like this? I know you could have me locked.