"I'm glad you still had it left from that goofy method acting exercise at Sikowitz' place."Tori smiled and said, "Maybe I can get that Air force unifo...rm back and we can play 'I Dream Of Jeannie'... You'd look hot in a harem outfit." Over your dead body," Jade growled. But part of her was secretly warming to the idea. "Maybe you play Jeannie and I play the master..." Mistress," Tori corrected."Whatever."While this was going on, Jade had unbuttoned Tori's uniform blouse and exposed her pert. I was so taken back by what just happened that I hit my head on the bottom of the sink. Looking back through the opening, I saw her turn her head and look right in my direction.Weak legged; I cleaned up my mess and went back to bed, stumbling in the dark. All through the night my mind was rewinding and replaying the scene I had just experienced. When I woke up, I still had a huge boner.This got me thinking—I wondered if she knew I was looking at her. When I got home from work the next day I. For the longest time I held it in, argued with myself it would change. I'd tried cajoling, I'd bought sexy undies for her, I set up romantic weekend, I tried sweet talking and sweet doing. But nothing seemed to ignite the spark which used to be there. Why on the romantic weekend the closest I got to a sexual encounter was jerking off on her ass. A nice orgasm, but so very non-committal and less than fully satisfying.Bottom line? I longed for a good lay. A screw job. Dirty sex. And that got my. "I've got her now," I thought. And now to give her the performance of my life. I rose and started to push her ankles over to really give it to her. "Oh no you don't" she cried and like a cat, flipped out of my ankle hold on her and pushed me to the bed. "Now it's your turn," she exclaimed. I was thinking to myself I was down for a good blow job. Describing her skills as a good blow job is like describing Mount Everest as just a good hill. She latched onto my cock with her mouth and I thought.