He looked at me, nodded, and went back to his book. I followed her inside, still dripping wet, and she pushed the door to behind me. She walked to the...othe side of the room looking stunning in a small yellow bikini for her deliciously ample frame. Turning to face me and in a very forward manner said ''I,ve got to see it for myself .. that is ... unless you don't want to of course'' indicating to my shorts. My face broke slowly into a smile as the penny dropped. I felt the rush of blood through. He listenedattentively to my account of just what had happened and wanted meto show him exactly what Mr. Peters had done to me. I took off mypanties and placed his hand in the same position in which Mr. Petershad held his. Although the contact of Rene's soft little hand was muchmore agreeable than Mr. Peters' hard and calloused palm, my sexualorgasm, probably exhausted by the thorough masturbating I hadundergone, refused to respond to Rene's efforts.However, his own emotions were aroused by the. Her head blocked any view of what she was doing, but the spasms of Marilyn's body told him all he needed to know. If their aim was to torture him through sheer excitement, they were winning the war. He gazed at Marilyn's face. Her eyes were tightly closed but her mouth opened full and pouting as if she was trying to capture something as she came."Don't tease me, lover," Marilyn pleaded, entwining her fingers in Rosa 's black hair. "Come on, baby, do it, do it!"Dutch looked on with interest. The. The brief encounter hadmade him very nervous."See you around, Ned," she said, tilting her head and smiling to him. Shewent inside and disappeared into her apartment.***"Phew," Denise whispered to herself once she got inside. She leaned herback against the door and heaved a slight puff over her face, blowingthrough her bangs.She stayed at the door for several seconds before going to therefrigerator and fetching out a bottle of orange juice. Drinkingstraight from the bottle, she walked across.