There was too much hard pressure being applied to her clit as she rubbed herself. After a few minutes she stopped. “This is what always seems to hap...pen. I get so close but can’t seem go any further. What can I do ?” She was frustrated and very aroused but she could not reach her sexual climax. She was looking to me for help. “Sheila, you are such a sensual woman and you excite me so as I watch your touch. But you are to focused on your vagina and you inside sexual parts. Open you legs wider. I mean I took a chance that I would get the washing machine fixed. Not that I would need clean pants. Otherwise I’d have to wash them all by hand – I didn’t feel I knew the girls well enough to let them do that job even if they offered. I like to think that, even that long ago, I was a new man. I would wash my clothes, cook my own tea (I had the Cub Scouts Housekeeping badge after all), and I was only slightly embarrassed by boxes of tampons in the bathroom (two boxes of light, one of heavy. He's really got it bad for you." "I know he's desperate to fuck me." she said blowing me off. "That's not a turn on." "He said you were hotter than every stripper there and just lusted after you all night long. It got to be quite monotonous actually." Ceras was starting to get intrigued. "Really? Poor guy, to bad he's not here maybe I'd fuck him to teach you a lesson." "Oh, but he is here" I smiled looking her directly in the eyes knowingly. "He had too much to drink so I threw him in the guest. “But you’re not Rita, I don’t think she would like you being here either, so maybe you should just go” I said calmly but firmly. “I’m not leaving here until I’m satisfied!” she said as she jumped on me catching me off guard. “If you don’t give me what I want then ill tell your parents all about how you and your sister have been fucking each others brains out, and I’m sure you don’t want that to happen. Now get these pants off so you can fuck me!” I tried to be nice, but I see I would have to be.