I never forgot that first exquisite feeling of hot jazz spurting and spurting and spurting into my cunt. After that, we met in his hut every afternoon... I was naturally curious and adventurous in bed and willing to try anything so long as it felt good. I never tired of sex. When he suggested anal sex, I didn’t hesitate and as his cock ground into my anus, I felt no pain, just a glorious, stinging exhilaration that made me call out to him for more in the gutter words he had taught me.A few weeks. Maybe I just imagined the meaning behind his words. I don't know. But they sure made my pulse rate skyrocket and my face blush.When the Baxters finally left, I went back over to our house and told Mom that I was going to sleep over at the Baxters and watch the place while they were away. She said I could watch just as good from our house. I told her I'd promised them and made a little scene and she gave in. After all those weeks of waiting for a chance at Romeo, I would've made a real big scene. Tom slid back under the duvet with her and they wrapped themselves up in each other’s limbs, kissing.“Thanks, that was worth the wait. Don’t worry you lived up to your super-sex toy nickname.” He knew they had little time, but enjoyed the last few minutes they had snuggled up together in the warm duvet. Chrys, like Lucy, was a typical student, barely able to register Kitty and Sarah tiptoeing downstairs that early in her drowsy state . When Tom rose to dress and leave, Chrys didn't notice him. "If they had said anything to me, I would have donethe same research... Well... I did the same research later on." Hewrung his hands and ran them through what remained along the sides ofhis large head. "They tested things for nearly a month before I foundout about it. Apparently, it started innocently enough with someshampoo and body wash. From what I can tell those didn't do anythingdirectly to them, but acted as catalysts later. Some deodorant, andlip gloss, and then some new tampons were.