’ ‘Well. Okay.’ Without another word, she shuffles into her bedroom and closes the door. I fall into the couch, dropping my head back onto the ...ushions and sighing. The whole thing makes me exhausted. I can’t wait until it’s over. A bottle of wine would probably do me good, but I seem to have lost my appetite for drinking lately. Just like I’m losing my appetite for a lot of things. This shifting desire has left me with a surplus I don’t know what to do with. Don’t want it, can’t hardly get. I have to see what is so special about your technique that even Big Dyke folds."Now, I'm not really special in the sack. I work to make sure the girl enjoys herself but I'm no Donkey Dick. I wasn't about to miss this opportunity by telling her the truth. If she wanted to believe I was special in the sack who was I to disabuse her."I'd love to," I said.I followed her to the staff dorm and up to the second floor. She closed the door behind us. She rummaged around inside her closet and emerged. I got up after a while to go to the restroom and as I walked past our bedroom I heard Candace and Jason grunting and gasping for air. The door was cracked and I could see them fucking in the dim light of the lamp that was by the bed. He was fucking her doggy style. Candace had her head buried in a pillow moaning and screaming for him to fuck her harder. He was eager to oblige as his balls slapped joyfully on her pubic mound as he reamed in and out of her pussy. He soon climaxed as he locked. I was so turned on, so ready, that she spent less than a minute rubbing me before I erupted, spewing into the confines of my jeans, soaking the front of them with hot cum. Phoebe kept her hand on my erection until it quit pulsing then she got off the sofa and disappeared.The late night intimacies slid into the past as the days went by. Phoebe and I acted as if it had never happened, there was no change in our relationship, we didn't talk or even hint about what we did on the sofa during the.