Perhaps, he’d like advanced lessons with Miss Morris.”“No!” Stephanie screamed and then covered her mouth.There was a long moment of silence f...om the hall.“Who was that?”“Stephanie.”“Uh, oh,” Danny said. “As Carrie Underwood once said, ‘If something can be said to make an awkward moment even worse, I’m going to say it.’ I think I just said it.”“You and me both,” Mrs. Shapiro said.’Perhaps I can crawl out the window. The drop from the second floor probably won’t kill me,’ Stephanie. In a clothing optional environment, most people should opt for clothing. Honestly. There were few people our age, whether male or female, clothed or naked, living, dead, or anywhere in between. The neighbor’s on one side were a middle-aged couple who had consumed about three too many Twinkies. Make that three million too many. They were nice, but we wished they would put on more clothes. Clarissa would actually look better in an Afghanistan burqa. So would her husband, Ernie. Across the street. Which was why, about eight in the evening, when there came a tapping at my door, I was most surprised to find it was Jane who was tapping. I looked past her for her escort, but there wasn't one."Well, do I get to come in or not?" she said, using an obviously false gruff voice.I stood back and she came in. I winced a little. This woman was used to nice things, and those kind of things didn't accumulate in my apartment."I'm just surprised to see you here," I said."Nobody is more surprised about. I was really getting into it, and he was too so he turned it up a notch, “Yeah, Pinky, you pretty little sissy, you love my big black cock, don’t you?” “I answered as well as I could considering how full of his dick my mouth was. I was trying to say, “yes, you big brown, god! I love your dick, give it to me, give it to me.” It came out sounding like nothing but grunts and groans, but Dannell seemed to understand. “You like it, don’t you you little girlie boi? You love my big brown.