I didn't recall Mom or Dad ever escaping to the bedroom to watch a movie or just listen to music, but I wasn't overly surprised with the setup either....They wouldn't have wanted me near it and with their bedroom as their personal sanctum I wouldn't have touched any of it — as if I had wanted to. There were baskets of dirty clothes and a couple of plants. The windows looked out toward the east side of the house and I could see the water tower from town, but the trees hid the rest of it from. "You hear the door close with a ding followed by a coughing fit and as soon as you press the "12" button for your floor, Mark roughly spins you around and pushes you against the elevator wall. His mouth covers yours, his tongue meeting yours, each one vying for attention. His hand reaches down and slips under your sundress and up your leg until it reaches your trimmed bush and slips a finger into your already wet pussy."Mmmmmm" you groan as he starts fiddling with your clit. "oh yeah, I can't. "Mr. Dillard" she greets me."Haley," I return the greeting."I've seen you watching me at volleyball games," she teases."You're the star player," I compliment."You know that's not what I meant. I've caught you checking me out." She flirts and winks to let me off the hook.She drops to her knees and gets to work. She licks up and down both sides of my shaft then expertly mouths almost my whole member, tongue out on the underside, wolfing it down and all the while looking up, she gives me another. In fact, it was more than a week later before the subject came up. We were having drinks in the living room again when Chris asked, “Do they have those for women?I had been thumbing through a magazine and didn’t know what she was talking about.“Those what?” I asked.Chris sipped her drink, possibly for courage and said, “Those stimulators?”I didn’t answer, but walked to the computer and turned it on. I went to the same website and clicked on the video for women. Instantly a woman appeared laying.