Chelle gave me one of her patented looks, telling me I was not the sharpest knife in the drawer."What?" I asked."They live in a one room apartment, li...e us," she said. I still hadn't made the leap. "There's only one bed..." But maybe the couch folds out," I said beginning to get the picture. Chelle shook her head. "Oh, like us." She nodded. I finally got it.Tuesday, I walked with Trish after class. "Thanks for Saturday. That was a lot of fun. Chelle and I don't have a lot of friends. Most. I had GPS navigation and marine radios in case things went pear-shaped. A small weather radar was added to the helm instrumentation. I had a multi-band half-wave ham antenna installed and an ICOM multi-band short wave transceiver put in. I dusted off my call-sign and log book, then paid to have my license renewed.Since I anticipated living south of the Mason-Dixon line I insured that the air conditioning was in top form. To cover my bets I also had a heater installed as well as a good. I become conscious again as I feel his fingers working on my glutes. He’s taking his time with my glutes, and I am enjoying it. I hope he decides to take some liberties down there. He doesn’t really. Stefan’s makes dumb blondes seem like Stephen Hawking. He spends a lot of time kneading my glutes, no doubt wondering at how magnificent they are. I’ve received lots of feedback on my butt over the years, and it is one thing that I don’t care to be modest about. Stefan massages and squeezes my. The Dom was clearly quite taken with the scene. ‘Myohmy,’ she sighed. ‘The stud can’t keep it up. Ohwell! There’s always later!?’ At which she turned and stomped away, her boot heels clicking on the floor of the cellar room. I looked down at the now comatose figure of the girl, white limp body criss-crossed from top to bottom with angry red stripes culminating in a dense mesh across the inner parts of her thighs and across her entire vaginal area. The red of her cunt was now spotted with my.