It was a good sign that she didn’t let go of my hand as we carried on towards the elevator and waited for the doors to open. She smiled up at me and...my heart melted as she then gave my hand a squeeze. The doors slid open and we moved inside and I pressed the button for the fourth floor. Not a word was said on our short lift upwards and with it coming to a stop and the doors opening, we moved out and went along to her room. She was holding my right hand with her left and she used her right hand. "Zena said, "No one comes in here with out calling first, no one except Andrea, Bert, and me." Tommy did the other day and I about had a heart attack. I had been pulling my pud and had just put it away when he walked in. Now, I would just keep right on jerking it off. He's one of us, I think."Andrea leaned back and said, "I think that's all of it, Zena. There was still a lot in there though. Like I said, Tommy shoots a ton of that stuff when he shoots." Oh shit, is this going to be one of those. Of course, I insisted that the girls call their parents before we started on dinner, and fortunately those calls were short and uneventful.I put the girls in my guest room that had twin beds in it. I insisted that they mess up the beds and make them look and feel slept in. I also invited them to spread their wardrobe and cosmetics around the room. Should anybody drop in, I wanted there to be no doubt where the girls were staying. I had started to get paranoid and diabolical about getting. I can feel your hands trailing gently around my stomach and up towards my chest. You push me forward, so that my chest is against the door to our room. “I want you here” you grunt, in a voice that instantly makes my knees weak. My mind is reeling, I am totally turned on (again!). I can’t get over how great these last few hours have been, you are like a teenager again, getting hard so quickly, and recovering even quicker it seems. I can’t respond, I just lean into the closed door, sticking my.