When I reached the bed she slipped the dildo into my hand, and in an echo of the previous night said "I want you to put it in me." I wanted to move sl...wly, to savor each moment of this exquisite experience. I put the tip of the dildo on the breast that Jenny wasn't caressing, about a half inch away from her erect nipple. Her eyes closed, and she sighed in pleasure. I slowly circled her nipple, gently but not so softly as to tickle. My circle got smaller, slowly closing in on the perfect. Brenda was working full time in the office and Peggy described her as our office manager. By the end of two months I don't know how we ever got along without her.The extra contracts were stretching us a bit thin and I spent a good deal of my time arraigning a line of credit in case the money was slow coming in. Anyone that has ever had to apply for a line of credit knows how much time and paper is involved. As it turned out, we never had to touch the line of credit. As I said before, you either. I told her to come by whenever, and even offered to be gone so that Ellen could come over with her. I was surprised when she asked me to stay there, saying she might need help finding some of Ellen's things, and that Ellen was busy doing something else at that time. She set up a time and I told her I'd be there. The one thing I wasn't going to miss was Ellen's mom. She and I had never hit it off. A lot of it was my fault, for screwing Ellen practically in front of her face, but a lot of it was. Becoming increasingly stoned, talk turned to various memes and videos doing the rounds on social media.“I can’t believe you haven’t seen that!” exclaimed Kristen, admonishing Stephan for the missed cultural internet reference. “I’ll show you, it’s so funny,” and reached for her laptop halfway across the floor. As she opened it, the screen flashed on. “Shit,” she spat, half laughing, half embarrassed, clicking at the window to close it down. Stephan didn’t really see what was on the screen in.