This continued for a couple of weeks and then one morning Amy stopped humming and stood there silent and still ,like she heard something . I thought ,...h shit I,m busted and as I tried to exit off the 5 gallon bucket , ti sc****d along the floor . Fuck ! I eased back from the light coming through the airduct and then saw Amy peer down at the duct . I stood as quiet as I could she backed away and a few minutes later heard her exit her room . I bolted back to my room closed the door silently. To see her reactions. Liz is right though, it does seem like centuries. Almost a month has passed since the intimacy between me and Mel. I crave her. "Oh David, can we please, please go to the beach too?" Liz begs, pulling me out from my thoughts. "The beach is like two hours away, baby," I say. "Please?" she begs again, giving me her cute, sad puppy look that she always does to guilt trip me into doing things for her. "I'm not looking. My eyes are on the road," I say, even though I did and I. A COUPLE OF YEARS AGO MY UNCLE AND I WERE VISITING NEW YORK (AND HE IS NOW NEARLY 70 BUT IN HIS YOUNGER DAYS HE WAS ONE HELL OF A SWINGER)HE WAS REMINICING HIS YOUTH AND THE FUN TIMES HE HAD IN NEW YORK ESPECIFIC MANHATTAN HE TOLD ME ABOUT STUDIO 54 BACK THEN THAT IT WAS ONE HELL OF A ORGY MOST OF THE TIME HE TOLD ME OF A NIGHT IN THERE WHERE HE WAS GETTING A BLOW JOB BY TWO BEAUTIFULGIRLS AND ONE OF THEM WAS A DAUGHTER OF A FAMOUS MOVIE STAR (I WON'T REVEAL WHO SHE WAS )BUT THE PLACE WHERE HE. “He’s delicious,” she whispers, “you should try some.” “Oooookaaaay…” I say, stepping back from her, “you guys obviously did d**gs. I’ll just…get you some water and let you sleep in my bed tonight.” “Won’t you join me?” she asks, her hand running through her red, trimmed mound, “We can do that thing we did the sophomore year. Remember that?” “Yeah, I remember not liking it,” I say, grabbing my water bottle and walking cautiously to her, “now I know pussy just isn’t for me.” “Give it another.