While still naked I grabbed Cynthia's laundry and put them in the dryer. Cynthia was curled up on the wooden bench behind me wearing my grey blazer. I...approached her with my cock growing hard just by looking at her. She looked hot in that blazer. She looked hot in anything I wore. Cynthia just stared at my cock like she was admiring it. She smiled and started carressing her left tittie. We locked lips and our tongues danced with one another. . ‘I haven’t heard a word about either of them.’ ‘Car accident.’ He didn’t sound upset. ‘Sorry.’ ‘It was a while ago. The thing that makes me sad is that I don’t remember much about them. Sandy has almost no memory of them at all.’ ‘That’s a shame.’ I kissed his cheek. I kissed his neck. I kissed behind his ear. This had nothing to do with sex. I just wanted to be as close to him as I possibly could. He ran his hand lightly through my hair. I didn’t ever want this to end. Finals were over and I. It was working after all. I pressed the button and started recording. For a moment I wondered if I was already going off the deep end as I was now spying on my ex-fiancée. Maybe I was. Suddenly the earpieces came alive and my dark thoughts were interrupted, at least temporarily.“ ... took too fucking long. Have you been avoiding me? How can I take care of your business if you keep avoiding me?”A male voice. A very pissed one.“You shouldn’t need me for doing your work. You already know all the. He wanted to stay a few more minutes in bed.“No, you’re not!” she said with her big sister voice. “I’m coming up right now and I want to see you at attention,” she amended, snickering at her own pun.Reluctantly, Mason got up with his cock still stiff and aching, dutifully showing the way forward. He headed for the bathroom leaving the door half open. Emily was spying him from her bedroom door and hurriedly posted herself outside the bathroom to listen. Mason was peeing what seemed like a long.