It wouldn’t open for me. “What’s wrong?” She asked.“The portal won’t open.”“That doesn’t make any sense. Maybe you need to get your ...box, put it away and then get it again and put it away.”So we tried that along with everything else we could think of. I asked “What do you do when you get ready to send me on a mission?”“I have to tell the powers that be that you will be going, and that you will bring a Damsel back with you.” Jasmine said.“You can’t do that now and your going with me like this. “You sure are smart, Tiffany,” he said. “And pretty, too!”“Thanks.” she replied.Tiffany wondered if there were other kinds of sluts, like a ‘suck-my-tit-slut’, or ‘put-your-tongue-in-my-pussy-slut’. But, the more she thought about, she figured that was probably just part of being a normal type of slut. ‘But, maybe there was such a thing as a pussy-slut,’ she theorized. ‘Since there was a cock-slut, there ought to be such a thing as a pussy-slut.’ She liked playing with her pussy and loved the. Just the idea of Lily and Tessa watching him was enough to get his cock rock hard. Keith set the porno’s volume just loud enough to get the attention of the two 18 year old hotties as they walked by. Suddenly the video program was activated on his laptop letting him know that the motion detector had started the video cameras in the niche.“The show is on.” Keith thought to himself, stroking his throbbing cock in a way that was so sexy that it was even turning him on.He had a drink in front of. I swooned with pleasure. My senses were all heightened and I itched for touch. Reaching out and rubbing my hand across Bill’s chest, I felt the magnificent sinew beneath his shirt. As he lay back on his elbows, breathing in the sweet spring air, I touched my lips to the curve of his neck. I kissed his neck, his ears, his throat, gently, lightly. My hand strayed beneath his t-shirt, feeling the ripple of his stomach muscles. I bent down and kissed each ab, lovingly caressing his nipples.The edge.