I threw on a clean pair of boxers and slowly crawled up his body, over his legs and cock and lay on top his naked frame, feeling his sweatiness agains... my perky skin. He removed his hands from behind his head and put them around me, hugging me tightly and kissed me on the head. Are you okay? You seem a bit distant. Im great, champ. Are you okay? That was a rough session. Im fantastic! Ive never felt better in my life. Are you sure? I dont want to make you comfortable. You could never make me. I also sat at the table with a bowl of cereal and a cup of coffee“How about a bowl of cereal and a cup of coffee?” I asked.“Pass on the corn flakes, but the coffee sounds good,” she suggested.“Do you want to go to the diner for breakfast?” I asked.“I don’t do breakfast,” she said. “Maybe a slice of toast.”“I have a toaster and I can get cinnamon and raisin bread for the freezer,” I suggested. “Do you want me to do that?”“We can get some english muffins for tomorrow,” Marcy suggested... I. "Wow... groovy, man!" repeated Maryon, impressed with this exotic display so simply and economically achieved."Yeah... see; any kind of light I want, too, fixed it up myself," said the older girl, showing off, reaching under the covers of the bed to produce a small console of switches which, as she clicked them on and off, brought different colors out to glow from the chandelier, so that the room went through the changes of pure white, purple, red, green, yellow, blue, pink, orange... too many. I saw the hearing aid.Her curiosity of who entered placated, her attention back to me, I spoke slowly in a soft but audible tone.“You’re hard of hearing, are you not?”She smiled, looked afar, waited for me to say more, confounded and finally replied.“It’s okay. What do you think?A few more verbal tests, as she fidgeted in ascending anxiety, her insecure replies and attempts to continue a conversation beyond heard grasp, confirmed she was bluffing. She was trying to be “normal” when not. She.