”“I’m surprised he gave up part of the basement,” Edith growls.“I didn’t want to take your room,” the woman explains. “I guess leaving...it like it is kind of made me think you were still here or would maybe come back.”Edith’s lips quirk a little. “I’m only staying for Christmas. I’ve got to get back the day after so I can go to work. I do have bills and rent.”“I know, dear,” her mother says, rolling her eyes. “I’ll get you back in time for work.”They head down the hall, Edith carrying her. Ryan pondered for a moment on how she was going to take Shell. Take her to a new place. Ryan always loved new places.Shell entered the room Ryan had set up. They both said "Hi"Ryan proceed to type the following is what Ryan typed.Ryan asked Shell to pick a song a slow song. A song that gave Shell good loving memories.Shell picked a song an old song. But Ryan knew the song.Ryan typed to Shell.Hear the music Shell. The orchestra is playing it for you.You look wonderful tonight. Let us dance. You. I was softly teasing around and under his balls, while slowly and softly stroking him. I started sucking on his semi hard cock that I had been teasing and edging for a while, feeling and watching it grow in my hand and mouth as I teased the foreskin back and forth, nibbling and suckling softly, and then slowed and stopped to watch it soften some only to start again. But now I wanted to stroke and suck it good and hard and wet and finish him off. As it grew, I started jerking it faster, the tip. Matt - that was his name - went bright red and apologised. “Sorry, Aila, I didn’t realise this end was ‘live,’ come over here and sit down.” He was pretty much the only one still wearing shorts, but there was a definite bulge when I stroked his knee.“Look, I think your ‘problem’ is just here,” pointing to my bottom. He had added an outline to the three-dimensional heat-map, with labels ‘cervix’, ‘g-spot’, ‘clitoris’ and ‘anus’ – I guess for my benefit. “Normally, the wall between your vagina.