And not just with their fingers, either! She had read the books. And she had seen some of the tools that were available--some of the girls in college ...had them--dildoes--and used them regularly, nightly!Mavis wished that Phil would call, and she didn't. What would she say to him? Could she talk about Miriam's open proposal that they swap husbands? Over the telephone? It might be easier than having Phil in the same room with her. On the other hand, if he were present, she could study his. She looked up at the guy whose cock was in her mouth. And there stood Gs, steadily moving his cock in and out of her throat. She realized what she had to do. She shook herself from the day dream and looked at Gs. "Take out your cock....." "Do what?" Mom reached into his boxers or tried to at least. Her lust made her forget that most boxers have a button keeping the dick from just plopping out whenever. In her frenzied state, mom simply ripped open this boxers finally getting to what. We should probably try to find someone to fix her up with." That would be nice," I said, "but I want to be careful about messing with people's lives too much."Just then the phone rang, and I grabbed it. It was my friend Mark. "Hey man," he said. "Jill called me and said that you were moving today. What's the deal, and how come you didn't call to ask for my help?" I'm sorry Mark, I didn't think about it," I told him. "We just decided to move on Sunday, and I didn't think people would be free. ‘Kai called him up on a hunch and Simon just happens to be a friend of Ariel Golgotha, the woman organising the festival. Simon told her that we’d played at the John Knowles Paine Concert Hall and what a great band he thinks we are.’ ‘How is the professor?’ I asked, as the only other person who’d met him. ‘Professor Simon Kurrein?’ said Crystal, surprised to hear him addressed in that way. ‘OK, I suppose, though we mostly only chatted about the festival: you know, the time and place and how.