I reached over, turned the alarm off. Outside came the slam of a car door; I pulled out of Jenny, hotfooted it to the window in time to see Melinda's ...car drive away. I grinned at the memory of last night; I wondered if Mom had had nearly as pleasant a night as I had?I turned to Jenny. "Time to get up, Jenny."She grimaced and threw off the sheet; we both went down the hall to the bathroom and showered. It was, I thought, something I could definitely get used to.Mom and JR made breakfast, then I. What time is it?"My watch said 5:25. "Oh, I don't want to go, Janice." But you've got to. Look: we've got four – five weeks at least. Come back tomorrow." Tomorrow and every other day. I already told my folks a good excuse." Reluctantly, we got dressed and tidied up. Janice had done such a good job of sperm control that there were no cum stains on the carpet.So every day at three o'clock I snuck into Old Miss Rogan's kitchen, lugging my father's Exacta camera (remember, I was supposed to be. Coincidentally, a cloud moves over the sun and the warm glow of thekitchen is turned into a cold grey formlessness. But when I look out thewindow, it seems that the entire sky is covered with grey clouds andthere is no blue sky anywhere. Wow, that was fast! To go from sunlightto grey so quickly. After a second, I hear rain drops pattering againstthe window pane.A few minutes later, I realize that I need a new pen, so I go to mybedroom and fetch a pen from my bookbag. I see the panties on. “I love being tongued.”I guess that urged me on as I ploughed my tongue further into the wetness of her, and tasted, what? An unexpected creaminess, and then my tongue was on her clit, and with that and my finger flickering inside her, Connie went off like a rocket. She hissed, sighed growled and heaved under me. I had given her an orgasm, without using my cock.Briefly, her hands clawed for it, but despite the recent activity, it had only risen to a quarter point. I raised my head and pulled my.