He was just so damned horny. Even though rationally he knew it to be a terrible idea, he turned around and stood in front of her door."Good morning," ...he said. He was holding his tea and the newspaper at chest level, and, despite the fact that he was wearing nothing else other than his boxer-briefs which he was very noticeably tenting with his enormous erection, he waited for her to look up."Hi there," she replied, her gaze still stuck on her screen."The kettle just boiled, I could make you a. Sometimes, you seem to be forgetting, just how easily I get bored. You need to put the fucking effort in, My Dear. Otherwise, you're making me having to nudge you and give you little hints sporadically, usually in a shape of an explicit picture of a new position, a bondage tie, or a toy.I’ve learned to organise your reactions to these hints into four categories.-When you say ‘nice’, it usually means you don’t care for it at all. It took me months to see through your polite English gentleman. [pause]... ‘What city did you honeymoon in?’”“The answer is ‘Blue Balls, Pennsylvania, a suburb of HorseShit.’ By the way, I’m not married.”“I didn’t think so. The data sheet you completed when you signed on to the Contest says you were only 14 at the time. You’d be 15 now.”“So did you call me to chat or is there a purpose to all this? I have some studying to do.”“Oh ... yes. I was just ... nevermind. We hadn’t received any reply to the invitation to the Region 3 Finalist Reception yet. You did. I was treated to a close up view of Stella's gaping, wet, red hole, her clitoris proudly standing from it's hood as Liv quickly shuffled herself around, freeing an arm, and then pushed two fingers deep into Stella's body. Her bulging outer lips were pushed in with this action and thick, clear juice slicked up around Liv's knuckles. Liv then started to pound rapidly at Stella's sex making her labia swirl and bulge as she fingered her with alarming intensity. Stella began to wail, her back.