It takes in all the added cost for incorporating those changes. The old man isn't going to accept anything less than this now." Marty, about what you ...said earlier, about it not being right away for you to want to have sex again. Is there any way you might be willing to make an exception? For me? I've been so edgy and moody lately. I'm afraid it might start interfering with all the work I need to get done."Maybe it was my feelings of shame and anger at having been humiliated by Melanie. Maybe it. I knew what kind of stuff I kept in my night stand. Sure enough, inside was a small vibrator, a larger blue dildo and some lubricant. No magazines but she wasn't a teenage boy after all. I had my dick out of my pants as I smelled at the dildo and vibrator hoping for some indication of what her pussy smelled like. They just smelled clean and disappointedly, I put them back in the drawer. I was about to close the drawer when I noticed one more item toward the back. It was a small jar of. , was done, and we left. The first day was awesome, with beautiful scenes there. All four were enjoying each other’s company like friends.Then came the chilling night. As they say, night changes many things. We were, post-dinner, still giggling, enjoying in the same room all four of us together. We felt that we were made for each other sharing college stories, life, and other stuff.Nida, too, lost all inhibition she has for strangers (She never removes her head cover except before me). She was. “FUCK! Wha..!” Rob pushed down on the back of Xavin’s head “Keep eating that pussy, bitch!” causing Dawn’s toes to curl, her wet cunt aching for more than just a tongue. “S-suck my cli-clit!” she grunted through gasps of air, Xavin, having his hole exploded with a thick and throbbing cock did as she asked, finding himself oddly comfortable, despite the pain, about being used this way.. “Enjoying this?” Rob snarked, thrusting in hard, sending a stabbing pain mixed with pleasure through Xavin’s.