"She knows how neglected I've been feeling since you've been gone all the time," she began as she kissed him again. "She was just trying to help me. H...r and I have been fighting these feelings for so long, today I just couldn't withstand them anymore. I mean...just look at her. Isn't she sexy, baby?" She began squeezing his still growing bulge. "Just come here," Stacy said. He came over and sat down on the lounge chair. Stacy motioned for Lila to come over to her, and she began caressing her. We walked together a bit as I cooled down from the workout I had given myself. The garden was lovely. The colors and smells of the plants and flowers were pleasing to my senses. We talked a bit, and I asked about her life, and growing up in England. I said I wondered how it differed from my own childhood.I learned that she did a lot of the things kids did in my own hometown. Even halfway around the world, things were pretty much the same. It was nice to know, really. Reassuring, in a way. I. Carol Williams, the very pretty and very young receptionist, was holding her phone up to her ear with one hand and quietly masturbating herself with the other. She didn’t even know she was doing it. She continued talking on the phone all the while she was fingering herself. From the young man’s vantage point he could see right under the desk and up between her legs where her fingers were quietly slipping in and out of her vagina. Every so often her thumb would give her clitoris a good massage. Time to go.”“OK. OK. I’m awake. I’ll get moving. Thanks Doug.” I was fully aware now. I listened to the storm sounds for a minute. They were more ferocious than when I’d gone to sleep. I went to turn on the bedside light but found only darkness.“Hey, I’ve got no power. Is everything out?” I yelled as I fumbled towards the bedroom door.“Yes,” Doug said in a loud voice from the direction of the living room. “Do you need a light?”“Yes,” I replied. “I have nothing. I forgot we might be in the dark..