" K.?" You can call him Mister K," I said, feeling the pulse at the tips of her fingers, matching my own. Her eyes lowered to my lips and then back to...return my gaze, making me wonder what she was thinking. Was she going to kiss me?"Mister K., my name is Shirley. I'm the one shaking your... hand." Shirley, that's not my hand but it's very nice to meet you." Mister K., would you like to visit me some time?" I would love to visit you, Shirley." You will need to knock on my front door."With a. I love you too much to worry about it."She went to wash her face and I got up to straighten the bedding.When we got on the bed, I started fondling her breasts. "We don't have time," she said. "You're mom will be home in just over an hour and we have to clean up in here." Too bad," I said. "I want more." I reached in the drawer to get the two vibrators I'd placed there just in case as we moved into a sixty-nine.She tasted so damned good that I kept licking and sucking until she was squirming all. My fingers were being pushed into my pussy by another hand. I opened my eyes. Rick’s face was inches from my face. He had Mister Pinky in his hand and it was his other hand pushing my fingers inside my pussy. “Well, well, well. What are we up to?” he asked, waving Mister Pinky just in front of my face. “I …” “Never mind. Your mother is asleep. Move over.” I didn’t object and I gave him room. He put Mister Pinky on the bedside table leaving it to vibrate around in a circle as he slid his naked. ’ ‘Too strong?’ I said. ‘Shit, baby.’ She said ‘I already did. Was the first time I had the chance to sit down all damn day.’ I said ‘I really thought we had a chance for something…someday.’ She got this blank look and says ‘You are crazy, do you know that? You know, I ought to go out with you. Except I got to go to a wedding this weekend, then help my daughter with color charts.’ ‘And where does that leave me? I’m spending this weekend the way I spend every night. Drunk. But you won’t be there.