I thought: “You’re right on that!”“Why, Spanish?” I asked“Not sure”, replied Heather. “Timmy said he’d always liked Don Quixote and ...ream an Impossible Dream.”I gulped! God, was that a blatant signal!“I guess I can help him learn some words and phrases”, I said, thinking, “what’s Spanish for ‘let’s fuck’?”“Great”, Heather concluded, “I’ll let Timmy know you are available and let the two of you sort out convenient times.”Thus Timmy and I would meet weekly. I insisted that we did speak a little. Shifting gear he pulled away from the car parking lot. He glanced in the rear view mirror and saw Rachael watching his car drive away. That poor girl, he thought to himself.~ Morning dawned bright and sunny. Rick had risen early, woken by lucid dreams of what he was going to do to Kit, his penis rock hard and aching. He could have relieved himself with a few quick strokes, but he exercised some restraint, allowing his erection to subside naturally. He liked the feel of constant arousal brought. “Either,” I stammered as I pushed myself off the bed. It took me a second to get situated but the view was spectacular when I pushed my legs beneath the bed to get closer.My arm was still an impediment when I tried to dip my face forward into Liz’s opening. We solved that when she moved forward slightly. I realized I was licking my lips like I was waiting for Thanksgiving dinner to be put on the table.Liz had not been as diligent with her grooming over the past three weeks. Her pubic hair had. Each time it spoke the word surrender to me the thick tentacle between my legs rubbed against my clit sending waves of pleasure through my body. Another two tentacles made their way from the mirror and came to rest at the bottom of my exercise tights. They encircled my ankles before pushing their way under the tight fabric of my pants, wrapping themselves around my leg as they made their way up them.From the side you could the tentacle wrapping around my toned legs through the mesh sides of the.