. Ohh Timmy, do it too?!?" "Yeah. Just thinking of your hot body gets me harder than I can stand. Thinking of you playin' with yourself.... And Marsha...playin' with you... urhhhhh..." "Oh Timmy. Oh Tim. I wish.. Ahgn. I wish it had been you. I wish you were here right now. Gawd.." "Humm. Yeah. I want to see you, and feel you. I want to feel you cum. Suzi. Sexy Suzi." At that point, I let my mind feel its way to her, then I gently connected. It wasn't the same as the kiss. But at that point. My dream, and it’s one that she damn quickly figured out, is to just have someone do everything for me. They want me to smell nice? They wash me. They want me to change clothes, they do that too. Haircut and beard, ditto. Hell, they don’t want me shitting my pants, they can figure that one out. I never thought it’d come true of course, but then she made dreams into reality.She offered me five cents a minute to talk with her. Might not seem much, but hell, twenty minutes is a buck. The homeless. The staff told me those kids do these sleepovers when overwhelmed by things like the major changes yesterday. The fact they responded to you in the guest house and then came to your bed specifically says volumes about your character. I’m sure you know way more about their distinct differences, but I do know a lot about the girl that blew the boy named Arnold,” Risa told me. “Part of the research on this house turned up a lot of details for prospective buyers based on the staff deal. Gradually I started trying to glance over and see who else had come in. I tried to slide my eyes as far to the left as they would go without moving my head. It didn’t really work but I caught a glimpse of another man standing there. Again there was no sound of piss. I rubbed myself slowly and continued looking down, and then glanced over. He was clearly rubbing his cock too, and it was very thick.I froze for moments, suspended in a state of unknowing, and then turned towards him letting him see.