I told this to Roger, and that she was spending her time as we spoke with some rich guy from out of town who’s married. ‘So she says banging someo...e else,’ Roger said. ‘Whether she is or isn’t, I think she’s pulling a game to suck you in. She could have never told you and you would have never known.’ ‘I don’t think so,’ I said. ‘I know she has it bad for me and I’ve played her, or at least I thought I played her. But when it comes down to it, I really dig her and there’s this energy between us. She had let her appearance go, and she dressed like an urchin. No makeup, no fancy dresses, just jeans and big blouses or baggy shirts. Her hair was dirty and unkempt when I first saw her in the library. She almost stank with body odor, and yet I saw something inside of her that I loved. Something I could cherish if it was brought to the surface.From that day on, I felt I had to help her become the beautiful woman I could see hiding inside that tough outer shell. I could see the vulnerable. The suitcases o' doom, packed with a week's worth of clothes each, stayed in my living room.As we'd promised them, they were allowed to sleep in the nude that night. Over breakfast both admitted it was their first time doing that, and that it was comfortable. Both had had difficulty getting to sleep because they were excited (or nervous) at being in the buff for the next two weeks, but despite that both had actually slept a full night.The original plan had been for Sheila and myself to leave. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"Aron lifted his head and smiled at Ian. His right hand left Ian's balls and pressed a finger against the sensitive underside of Ian's excited gland. Ian's hips bucked at the ecstatic contact and his hands grasped Aron's shoulders for support. Aron's finger never lost contact as Ian's hips thrust his engorged erection onto Aron's swirling finger. Ian's preseminal fluid was oozing onto his excited gland and Aron's slick finger pressed harder against the glistening head of.