." No - it's too close to Mom's - I mean your room," Patrick said as he pulled up his shorts. "I can hear everything sometimes." Why do you still come...down and stand at the door if you can hear so well?" Jack said with a smile."So I can hear better," Patrick answered sheepishly with a red face, probably from a combination of embarrassment and exertion. "Sounded like you were killing her in the beginning." You must have heard noises back when your Dad was here," Jack said."Not like that,". Oh, my God! What have you done to me? Jesus, I let three strangers fuck me on this couch. I just came on your hand and I still want you to touch me again already.' 'Where? Where do you want me to touch you?' 'There. You know, between my legs.' Carol was still hesitant to say words like... 'Say it... Say where do you want me to touch you,' I told her again as my hand that wasn't held began moving up her other thigh towards... 'My pussy,' Carol whispered. 'What? I didn't hear you.' 'My pussy!. ”“She’s so poetic,” Bink tittered.“I had to try everything,” I moaned.“Some of it twice,” Ben laughed.“Three times!” my ever-helpful lover inserted.After a resting period in the hotel’s queen-sized bed, I was once again mobile. Queen-sized? Ben pointed out that our modus operandi was that of uncle and his teen niece and her friend, and just maybe, the employment of a king-sized bed for the three of us might be indication of hanky-panky.We’ve done queen beds many times. The fact that three of us. The only thing more boring than a civic group meeting is a story about a civic group meeting. I commenced slicing and dicing with my cerebral scalpel. Despite the air-conditioning, I could feel the heat of her warming me. “Why did you cut that?” she said as I defined and deleted a sentence. “You didn’t need it,” I said. “You said pretty much the same thing near the top.” “Oh.” She leaned forward, closer to the screen, and proceeded to chew her finger. I continued editing, she watched and.