Just as Cynthia was not at the piano, Ellen was not to be seen in the living room. They did manage to keep the girl in the house, but Ellen spent the ...time in her room, or in the basement, or anywhere but in the scene of this large, empty deathly still living room.And with the older girl, Louise, it was the same; or at least her absence from this room was the same. Over in the far corner was the little desk and chair, and the comfortable old plush reading chair next to it which they'd moved. Wewent into her bedroom, got on the bed and straddledeach other so our cunts were rubbing together and toldher from now on I wanted her naked in the house. She smiled and said, “You own me now mistress and Iwill do anything you say without question and I amgoing to be the best piece of fuck meat you ever ownedmistress.” We lay there rubbing our pussies together while kissingand I told her that I was going to move in with her soshe was mine to fuck all the time and she came as. I think you just got sucked into the New York scene," Tami consoled me."So what should I do?" You're such a 'stupid boy'," she scolded me. "Stop going to New York. Slow down. Focus on high school and playing sports. Hell, take some real girls out. Quit chasing models. Come visit me and run rampant through the female population here at Wesleyan. I don't know. Quit taking everything so seriously. Pull out your goals and reread them. You're a smart boy, figure it out."I smirked."I might have to. A finger strayed automatically into my tight hot anus bringing an audible moan from my lips.I spread my legs wider as if to welcome the youth's hard cock into me, I wanted him inside me, his beautiful cock straining in front of me while his lithe naked body should be fucking me. I fingered my rectum, going deeper. One hand was fingering inside my hot anus while the other worked my precum slippery foreskin back and forth in time with my young lover in the window. I came terrifically hard, a rope.