He finished at last and let her go. She staggered to her feet holding her hand over her mouth, ran to the bathroom, and vomited into the toilet. Cha...ter 17 Leslie looked at the clock with annoyance. Twelve-oh-four, just one minute later than the last time he had looked. When ten o'clock had come and gone with still no sign of Mel, he put on the nightgown he kept in Mel's closet, got in bed, and sat up expectantly. Since then he must have been in and out of bed a dozen times. Every time he. "So what do you have to show me Mrs. D?" Just a second, here's one, but I want that to be the second one you see. Ah, here it is!" Debbie turned the first doctored painting, the one that showed Peter leaning in to penetrate Meagan's body, to face her male model. "What do you think?"Peter gulped hard and gasped "Fuck!" Well, yes, that's what I painted, but I want to know what you think about it." I don't know if I should say what I'm thinking right now Mrs. D." Peter groaned. "Fuck! Why are you. His movements were so subtle that they might almost have been mistaken for unconscious, though the hand that reached back and took hold of my erection did so with a most definite intent. I placed two fingers to his quivering orifice, still tight despite being so thoroughly abused mere hours ago, and he moaned softly. I touched my lips to his warm shoulder blade and inhaled. He smelled of sex, of the masculine fragrance of our combined sweat and juices. It emanated from the sheets we lay upon. And maybe…maybe then she’d do it for me…“Shannon…” I whispered, looking down at her and thinking for some reason that she was SO pretty. I loved her SO much.“What?” her voice was all breathy and light; I could tell she was horny too…I thought up a game that would allow us to “play” without being open about what we were really doing; timidly I put a hand on her tummy over her shirt and felt her stop breathing for a second.“When Donnie kissed you…did it he do it like this??” I leaned over her.