No wonder the men came home from The Widow every month with their cocks bursting from their pants; even if they experience one of those ghostly orgasm..., they're still horny and ready to go all over again; it's only the real sex away from the idol that gives them any lasting release.I tried putting together what I had learned:Fact number one: like the "me" beneath the table, the Evelyn I could see was not the real one; she was an astral projection. Where was the real Evelyn? Probably somewhere. Packing my bag I wandered down the stairs and out into the cooling breeze blowing across from the sports field. Still dreaming I walked up the path that led through the grounds of the old mannor house to the estate where I lived. I became aware of people round me and glanced round. Sacey and her gang were walking alongside me on the wide path. I walked on expecting them to pass but it soon became apparent that they had taken up their position around me on purpose. They were in a few of my. You didn't cum, did you? I'm sorry. I'm... really bad at this.” Tabitha said breathlessly. A long silence was followed by the light smack of lips releasing. “It's OK. It's your first time. You'll get lots of practice.” Giggles. More kissing. Plastic clacking on wood. Tabitha's glasses dropped in my lap. She bent over the table chasing them. “Oh sweet god!” She screamed and toppled over the desk. “Hi... Uh, you dropped these?” “How long ha...” she sucked in a skittering breath. “How long. Raising it, I looked up at her and offered the handle of it to her, “suck this, slut, make it wet.”She looked confused for a moment but then the light went on and she grabbed it and jammed it into her mouth. She was still moaning but now the noise was muffled by the hairbrush as she fucked her mouth with it. I gave her clit a hard suck then ordered her to hand me the brush.She did so immediately and I brought the brush between her thighs. As I began to push the wet handle into her cunt I.