“W-well yeah. But you’re definitely sure your mom won't hear us?”Willow smirked to herself, “Definitely not, she had an early night, I’m sur... of it.”“Good…” Stacy replied softly, “She was super into me while you were away, always trying to get me to come home with her,” she blushed, “It was weird, she’s old enough to be my mom.”“I know I know, come on,” Willow whispered, ushering her into her own bedroom and towards a double bed in the corner, flicking on a light.“Okay,” Willow said, grinning,. “Of course I told him he needed to see a doctor and get glasses.” He smirked, and his twin brother said “Good one, dude.”“Uncle Bob can stay here to keep an eye on me,” she said, carefully, looking at a forkful of green beans.“Do you need someone to keep an eye on you?” asked her mother, one eyebrow arched.“You never know. I might invite a boy over while you were gone, or throw a wild party or something.”“She might,” said Mark, grinning. “She’s gone out with so many guys, and shut them all. Those fingers that had never stopped were soon joined by Anna’s tongue again, and the quiet whimpers soon rose in crescendo and volume. One of Scotty’s phrases from those old tapes of Star Trek my boyfriend insists on keeping, came unbidden to my mind. ‘Captain, she canni take any-more. She’s gonna blow’ She was going too blow indeed. When she blew, she blew. I was actually jealous. How she never broke her back I’ll never know. Though by the way she walked for the next few days, she certainly. I have gotta go anyway, maybe there won't be anyone in the elevator.I am glad no one is in the hall, my nipples are still hard. Thank god the elevator got here, I hope no one is in there. Holy fuck, it's the guy in my dream. Shit, my nipples have gotten harder, as he looked at my breasts like all the men do. "Are you going down" he asks as I just stand there. "y..yes, I think so" I say in my squeaky voice ( my voice was part of my new packaging ) as I step in. I know I will just turn around.