That was when she heard little slurping sounds from Stella's crotch. Stella was able to suppress her moaning, but her love juices were an objective fa...t that could not be hidden.Prisca thought she would cum immediately as she realized that Stella was working her clit just as she was. But she realized that Stella was trying not to utter any sound in spite of her aroused state. Two can play this game, Prisca thought, and decided to masturbate longer in silence than Stella could ever keep up. Only Big ol' Tom sat close enough to her, and in the right angle to catch a glimpse of tears forming in her eyes. He was the only one to know she didn't just put the sunglasses back on to cover her scar. Then, she let her hair fall back into her face. “David...” she resumed. ------------- He was our neighbor – and also the secret crush of an every female individual from sixteen to forty five, or so in the neighborhood. Some of us knew how to keep a low profile, others were less decent, and were. I looked behind me, and saw the guy standing about 10 feet away watching me. As I got a better look I thought he was kind of handsome in his rough way. He was pretty muscular, wearing tight blue jeans, with the unmistakable bulge in his crotch. I was just standing there when he finally spoke up. “I have been watching you for sometime now,” he said. “The guys here said you are a hard catch that no one has a chance to get with you. I told my friends that I could get you.” I looked at him,. Perhaps she even knew what she was doing and was trying to make me jealous? I was miserable for the rest of the shift, resisting the urge to leave the stove again even as I wondered what I could lace his dinner with to get rid of him. Not that I would do it, both Mark and I would get in way too much trouble, but it helped to think about it. It was only once the place was shut that I dared to venture out into the restaurant, picturing her there smiling and laughing, only with me. I couldn’t.