“Thanks, Abby but I don't get it.”“Not yet lover. Where is the G?”Vince looked and noticed. “It's on the fifty-yard line.”“That's right....I didn't think we'd be able to use the actual field, so put it on the bed and we'll be able to make love on the fifty-yard line.”They kissed for a little. Vince put the blanket on his bed.“Sit on the 'G', Indian style, then put your hands behind you on the bed and lean back a little.”Once he'd done that, Abby got on the bed, one leg on either side. She got on. She had my nose on her clit and was grinding into it. I kissed, nibbled and licked her lips and shook my head from side to side. Meanwhile, Janice was raising herself up slowly until just the head of my dick was still inside her then she slammed herself down onto me. She was tantalizing me and herself. She kept this up over and over her slow ascent before dropping onto me. She was cussing Oscar the entire time. I would occasionally feel one of my nipples be twisted and a hear a rash of. Kimiko used to call me heroic, but then with her it was impossible to fear anything. She glanced apprehensively about, the eyes were gone. A trick, she wondered, a trick of my nerves. Then she wondered if she could be able to see Her when She came, wondered how far off She was now. Not very far, it felt. She had heard about the power of the dead to drive away all mortal courage, had scoffed at that, having no morbid horror of the dead herself. You could always tell when the dead were touching. We also spent some quality time in my bedroom. You might have thought my parents would notice my comings and goings. But they were as oblivious as if I had been a transient in their hotel. I carefully avoided having them meet Jeff and they seemed to avoid it too, although I suspect it took very little effort on their part. I didn’t know exactly what the criteria were, but whatever they were, I was pretty sure Jeff would not meet the lofty requirements to be adjudged a ‘fine young man.’ I think.