"Oh, fuck... !" Lyza cried, "fuck, you're making me cum... !!!"Galina was pleased; already dizzy from the tickling, Lyza positively gushed pussy-juice...from her sweet, pink hole--and Galina started stabbing her fingers, four at a time, into the smaller woman's cunt."Oh, please... !" Lyza giggled; wrapping her legs around Galina's shoulders; "my poor little pussy... !"Finally--with Lyza now a shuddering, panting wreck--Galina relented; she was pretty wet now herself, watching the sweet. Did she live with her parents here?“Oh that’s too bad. I thought this place would be like, party central on the weekends.” Her smile was infectious.She laughed, more than she should have really. I began to get the vibe that she wanted me. Hey, do you … do you think I could get one of those?” She indicated to my beer.“Oh. Uh … I don’t know. How old are you?”“How old do I look?” She said, forever smiling.“Not 21.”“You’re right. I’m 19.” I doubted that very much, but whatever.Neither of. “Don’t tell me you have a boyfriend already!? It’s been what, four weeks?” She didn’t say it scathingly; instead, the way she said it almost sounded like teasing. “Um, not exactly...” I started, before she cut me off. “Oooh you found a little boy toy did you? Or a girl?” That last bit surprised me; she said it in the same tone. “No, I mean yes, a boy. From across the hall. Mark.” “Oooh very good Sam. Tell me, what have you done with him? Have you slept with him yet?”Now, we didn’t talk about. The Judge left first, with his entourage, then George disappeared, leaving Kate and me alone.I enjoyed looking at Kate in the evenings. Once we were away from others, and work, when Kate let her hair down, she was pretty. Not gorgeous or super model sexy. She was slim, with hair somewhere between blonde and brown, with an average figure, but her body had that lithe, suppleness, that drives men to distraction. I just knew I could bend her legs all the way back to her chest, and drive deep inside.