‘And now, Professor, suppose you continue with your tale?’ Sophia grinned as she looked down at my reaction to her teasing. She moved her hand ano...ther inch closer and then stopped. What sweet torture! In low tones, I began the story. ‘Dean woke up at 27th & Arapahoe Streets, badly bruised and with some bleeding. When the paramedics came and carted him off to Denver Health, he had no identification, and at first they and the police thought that perhaps he was a drug customer who had been robbed. "Ow!" Sorry!" George moved it out and just held my ass-cheek in his palm. His fingers were still curled round and down between the cheeks and a fingertip was gently gently stroking against my hole again.And it started in me again. I wanted it. I wanted to feel penetrated. That tickle needed to be scratched."Can you try again, George?" Are you sure?" No, but I want to try." How about I just put my finger there and you move back onto it?" Yeah, let's try that"His fingertip was at my hole again. Weather permitting, Sheila, the leader of the clan, scheduled trips to Denver to resupply and do some in-person banking every three or four months. Sisters were free to go ashore as often as they wanted.“Is there ever a problem with a sister going AWOL?” I took a sip and studied Seraina’s face for her reaction to my question.“We’re not prisoners here. Everyone is free to stay or leave as they like,” she chuckled, then her eyes narrowed, and she tilted her head to one side. “Well, maybe not. It has to be here, somewhere there in my closet,” Sarah told her as they laid snuggling close to one another’s almost naked bodies. “I’ve gotta think where its at a moment.” “Wait a minute Sarah,” Catherine said, still wanting to go on with having sex with her. “I forgot I still had it,” Sarah said. “What…what’s that?” Catherine said. “In my closet, a long time ago, I put it away when I moved here. I have these uhhhhhh dildos. Like two of them I mean,” Sarah said. “I’ll have them in a box and.