She spread her thighs farther open to signal her need. The masseur understood. His huge fingers slipped down between her butt cheeks and found her ...sshole. He coated it with oil and delicately rimmed her with a fingertip. With his other hand he dipped underneath her and found her pussy, which by that time was dripping with anticipation. She raised her hips up slightly to allow better access and he took full advantage of it. He gently slipped a finger into her wet cunt. Then another. . To explain briefly, Fairfield High received additional funding due to a specialized program focussing on the arts, including music, vocals, drama, dance, and visual arts; therefore, more space and attention was given to accommodate for the students and teachers in these programs. This unassuming, windowless blue door Brittany and I were walking to in the arts wing is where our story begins. Desktop Macs sat atop the long rectangular desks lining all four walls of the brightly lit. So letting them live here buys us both a little time. You see that don't you?" Yes I suppose so," she conceded. "What do you think Simon?" It makes sense to me if it's OK with you and your mum. It's a bit of a shock, but I know we're in real trouble if mum can't work something out pretty soon. Can I see where we will live?"Babs said, "Yes of course Simon, but Leanne hasn't said if she approves yet. And I think she should. I don't want her resenting our intrusion. I'd rather take my chances with. As usual, I appreciate that you took time to read my stories. That being said, remember folks, this is FICTION. ***** Chapter 8 I returned to my apartment, reflecting on the day. It was, to say the least, eye-opening. I hadn’t realized how Erica felt and had tried to put the thought of her or what she might be thinking out of my mind. I resolved to call her tomorrow and set up a meeting. Tonight I just wanted to relax and not think of anything, anything at all. I was in bed and asleep by ten.