So you improvised. How could I ever get mad at you for doing the right thing? And beside, you’re my girlfriend.”She grinned at me and said, “Is ...hat the worst thing in the world Roy—to be my boyfriend?”I smiled back and answered, “Some jobs are tougher than others, but just remember no loud noises in the morning; I like my eggs poached; and I get the right side of the bed.”She stared at me—she was blushing—as she tried to determine whether I was serious or not. Roy, the professional poker. Bailey watched them too as her fingers coaxed and teased then slid inside my tender cunt. She worked her fingers, the heel of her hand hitting my clit as her fingers slid faster in and out of me. I felt a familiar heat flush through my abdomen and I came hard, moaning as she used her fingers to send me over the edge. I leaned back trying to catch my breath and I looked in her eyes as she licked the fingers she had been pleasuring me with. That's when I realized we had an audience. The cute guy. Her blouse and cardigan comfortably sidelined to expose her breasts. Monsignor went for touch first, under her skirt, his fingers feeling for the petal wet labia. So mushily fleshly sticky. Her shaved felt perfection surely a hint of the future direction of human evolution at least from a male perspective. Bernard could take it no longer. He needed the visual. Bethany did too. She was up and watching the action between her legs. She could just see Bernard’s pink tongue flicking and lapping her. "Listen to me, you had nothing to do with Salinger's suspension."Ally laughed bitterly. "Obviously you've forgotten that I was the student he was alone with last night." No I didn't," he countered, "but did you choose to stay with him? No! You were left behind by some classmates, correct?" She nodded. "That sure as hell isn't your problem then!" She had to agree with him on that count."But why would they suspend him? He didn't do anything..." Ally needed to make some sense of what had happened,.