Carter had to leave after breakfast. He needed to get the car back to his roommate, who would definitely have some questions about where Carter had be...n all night. "What are you going to say to him?" I asked. "Well, I could lie and say I went to a party and slept over. However I like the truth even more." "What's the truth?" "I was with my girlfriend." After Carter left, I replayed what he had said over and over in my head. He called me his girlfriend. Did he mean to say that? Was he saying it. I try and control myself. I let myself run my fingers over her slit. Not wet at all. It is amazing, I am tight like a piano wire with lust and desire and she is just getting started. I lick my finger and run it around her labia, her opening, round her clit. I love it so much. She likes how I look at her. She is finally starting to notice how much I adore her. She sees the bulge in my pants and realizes she is rocking my world. That gets her started. That and the fingers gently playing in her. The girls had worked on possibly their most elaborate play yet and the townspeople were eagerly looking forward to this part of the night.The specialists once more played and sang in the hall-house, many of them now married to ninth-century girls and with children of their own. They had become completely integrated into the community and their efforts were recognised by all - both in terms of their developments, but also the advanced teaching that they were undertaking.The small band had been. One at a time he removed his fingers. Then one at a time he had me lickthem clean. With his last finger in my mouth he began to fuck my lips,again he started to add more fingers until he had all four in and mycheeks bulged with the strain."You had better not be fucking her!" came the shout from Gus in the bar."No Boss" answered Frank pulling the fingers from my mouth and pushing meinto the bar. Gus grabbed me as I entered and pushed me towards a booth.He roughly pushed my over the table and as.