“Does he usually interrogate you in his underwear?” I asked, she laughed. “I wasn’t trying to sneak up on you. I was wondering if you had che...ked up on anything regarding my,” she stammered and looked away from me. “Eh…my toys?” “I’m sorry but the signal in here is poor,” I informed her as I let her out of my grasp. “You can come up to my room. It’s better in the house,” she said and grabbed my hand. “Is that a good idea? The new guy in your room in the middle of the night?” “Come on, my. Sometimes she sucked it with her whole mouth, sometimes just licking it with a light flickering touch.All I felt like saying was, ‘Fuck me, for God’s sake fuck me, Denise,’ which I am sure I did. I watched fascinated as Denise knitted the three middle fingers of her left hand together, and worked them several inches up between my legs. As I strained frantically forward and upward, Denise kneeling, bent again and took my vulva into her, hot, avid wide mouth, sucking rhythmically on my clitoris. "Kind of obvious, isn't it," Bobby replied and blushed."Come on, Bobby, tell me what you'd like me to do for you while you watch. Don't be shy." Well, whatever you want, I guess." What's the thing you want to see me do most to myself? What do you fantasize about most?" Uh, OK, do you think you could do it with that thing in you? You know..." You mean with the dildo?" Yeah, with the dildo. I'd love to see that live." Well, I hate to disappoint you, but that wasn't mine and I don't have one. But. I could learn to like this if I tried hard enough.The next morning, Marcie was nowhere to be found. There was no half naked teenager lounging in the doorway of the bathroom as I showered. Had she suddenly had enough or decided that it wasn't the right thing to do? I was frantic. I threw on my robe and ran down the hall to her room to see what was going on.As I burst into her room, she was still in bed, apparently asleep, with the sheet down to her waist, uncovering two of the most beautiful.