She got into bed and blew out the lantern. In the dark the old house was full of strange and unfamiliar noises. The wind howling, animals in the yard....Sleep evaded her. For the first time in many weeks she was alone in a bed. She could hear Omar who had come back up walking about in his room. The floorboards squeaking. When she finely fell asleep she woke up from a nightmare the room still pitch dark. She gave up and got out of bed and walked to the door of Omar’s room and knocked and knocked. “Actually, that wasn’t where I was heading, Jack,” I explained, looking at the ground as I walked. “Actually, I was trying to explain how curious I was at the time, and how, after seeing and reading all about pussy for a number of years, I had finally reached a point where my curiosity got the better of me.”“What do you mean?” asked Dad.“Well, this is where the skeleton comes in,” I said, taking another big breath. I knew that my voice was shaky and my cheeks were probably as flushed as they’d. She had no idea whatshe would tell a date. She never had a in person conversation withanyone as Heather, yet alone talk to someone who she wanted to get toknow in a more personal manner. Heather just repeated the question.Monica wanted to have a conversation and not turn this into aninterrogation. She genuinely wanted get to know Heather and knew that ifit just became questions and answers it would not help them connect. Itwould start to feel cold and formal. Then a good chance Heather will. "What are we going to do with that, Dot?" Lovingly, they covered it with scented oil then Dot pushed Marsha back on the bed. Dot straddled Marsha's thighs like before but this time Dot was on top. Dot gently placed one end of the dildo between Marsha's labia. She leaned down to place her mouth to Marsha's then breathlessly whispered in her ear, "I'm going to fuck you good, schatzi!" "Good, g-good. Fuck me, Dot!" Marsha gasped as Dot placed one hand palm down on her Marsha's mound then grasping.