"One of the big ones. There is no way that the three of us could survive any length of time in a small RV. This is going to be one of the big luxury o...es that will last us for years. How does that sound?" It sounds fine but don't do anything without talking to me first. If I'm going to live in this thing, then it is going to need a woman's touch. Got it mister?" She playfully pointed her finger at me poking me in the chest."I got it. I got it." I took her hand, the one that she just used to. A bell rang, then shortly afterward, another. ‘I…I guess…I guess school’s over,’ she said softly. Her voice sounded dreamy. ‘Do…do you have to…to leave…Bobby?’ ‘Ahh…no, I guess not,’ the young man stammered. She got to her feet and, walking like a zombie, went to the office door. She locked it, then she walked back to where Bobby lay on the cot and stood in front of him. ‘I…I’m glad you…you…don’t have to…to leave,’ she said softly while Bobby stared at her, looking befuddled. Her trembling. Stuff you went through would mess up anyone. Smells are some of the most powerful triggers for memory and I don’t doubt you smelled the man if he lived there so long. Don’t get down on yourself. You aren’t the only man to have to deal with stuff that would make regular people piss their pants. Hell, from what you told me, I think you are handling things pretty well. I remember being an asshole when I was fifteen. All I cared about was chasing girls and cars.” He finished with a grin.“So, I. Leaning back on one elbow, I cup my breast and pinch my nipple. I add another finger and they are going in and out of my wet pussy. I look up with half lidded eyes and beg to be allowed to cum for him.He doesn’t give me permission yet. So I continue to fuck myself, rubbing my thumb across my clit, pulling on my erect nipple. I’m begging with my eyes. He knows I am a cum whore but I wait for his nod for permission. This really makes me feel slutty. Lying on the floor with my legs spread, finger.