B lay on top of Lisa as they kissed. The moment looked so beautiful and intimate that I felt like an intruder. I walked out of the room going to the r...st room. As I stopped at the stairs I looked back to see mother and daughter enjoying a post coitus embrace while Mr. B lay back in his chair slowly stroking the biggest cock that I had ever seen. I remember thinking that Lisa was so lucky to have such a loving family. But before the jealousy could sink in I thought that I was pretty damn lucky. Anyway, Nancy was a cooperative young thing. She generally followed my lead in almost everything except that shameful time I asked her stay on her knees in church for an activity entirely unrelated to prayer and meditation. She wouldn’t talk to me for almost twenty-four hours and strangely, I found that disconcerting. I guess in retrospect, I had a lot of respect for Nancy and years later I understand she was more my “best friend” rather than a convenient vessel for my excessive production of. “I-I, uh, am reminded of when I first orgasmed. When you played with my antenna.” She gulped. “T-This ... I ... am ... is this what love does?” She moaned as he kissed the underside of her breast. “I ... oh Lou!” Because while Lou was enjoying torturing her, there was a limit to what he could do to himself. And her nipples were right there, hard and eager and just waiting for him to fasten his lips around them and suck. His eyes closed and he sucked upon her and Beatrice tried to arch her back. Er fiel nicht sehr auf mit seinem Allerweltsgesicht und -körper, auch war er doch nicht so schlau wie die Studentinnen, die ihn hauptsächlich interessierten und konnte deshalb auch nicht mit genialen Sprüchen glänzen, das aber gereichte ihm durchaus auch zum Vorteil, erkannten ihn die Mädchen, sahen sie ihn ein zweites oder drittes Mal, nicht wieder und so konnte er sie, wenn sie ihn denn interessierten, auch mehrmals anflirten. Manchmal hatte er auch Erfolg und dann bewahrheitete sich manchmal.