On screen, Susan sucked the penis enthusiastically. She'd sometimes pause to lick up and down the shaft but would always return to swallow as much as ...he could take. The metal rod mimicked the girl's actions perfectly, driving in and out without remorse. Amanda gagged whenever it threatened to penetrate too deeply; the machine always seemed to sense this and withdraw. Susan seemed to manage with much less difficulty and descended the shaft until she buried her face in her partner's. ....you know....touch myself, so I skipped choir and came home. I figured I had the house all to myself, so I-” she stopped, went silent and started to slowly cry.“What's wrong? I asked her.“You are gonna think I'm some kind of weirdo or something” she blurted out.“Can I confess something, since you have been so honest with me?” I said.“Sure, what?”she said.“I got off work unexpectedly early today, and I was pretty much planning to come home and do the same thing as you.” I said, blushing a bit. You know?”I nodded. What was I supposed to say? Like I knew anything about arranging long-distance telephone conferences.“So, anyway. I won’t disturb you. You...” She waved her hand at me dismissively again. “You know, carry on or whatever.”I must have continued to stare at her for the next five minutes as she read through the script. I’m sure she noticed. I’m sure she minded. But she didn’t say anything. She ignored me.“If you don’t mind me asking,” I said, “What are you doing in Westmouth?”“I. Rain looked up at him. “Are you going to move off of me?” she asked him.Ryan grinned at her. “I’ve got one of the prettiest girls I know naked underneath me. Do you think I’m going to move any time soon?” He leaned forward, his face inches from her. “Or - do you really want me to get off?”Rain’s mouth opened. She started to say something, but her breath caught, and he felt her body relax underneath him. There was a shift, and her legs fell open, letting his body sink further into her, his jeans.