‘No, I had to get up and answer the phone anyway’ I quipped while trying to shake the cobwebs loose. I tried to think why she was calling and fear...ed that my weirdness that afternoon must have scared her off. ‘I got your number off the bathroom wall at work and had to call you’ Becky said before yelling at one of her kids to knock it off and finish their homework. ‘Actually you’re in the book.’ ‘Well I’m excited to hear from you no matter how you got the number’ I said. ‘It was just that you. As hard as I tried to be, I could not be that cold-hearted. I took her hand and led her into the living room, and sat down beside her on the couch facing the cold fireplace. I waited until the squall passed, holding her hand passively, until she took it away to rummage in her coat pocket for a tissue. She blew her nose and wiped her eyes."What happened, Ray?" she asked. "I want to hear it from you. I don't want to hear it from Lindsey, or from Brad, or from Marcus, or from anybody else. Just. E: "But why I have to do that? I want to see Marc showing his dick too. You promised that."B: "No, we promised that he would show his dick to us too, but not that you could see it."E: "But how do I know if he's doing it if I'm blindfolded."M: "I'll do, don't worry."P: "Just blindfold yourself now. As soon as you're blindfolded we'll have Marc show us his dick. Only when he did you'll have to show yours." Reluctantly I gave in and blindfolded myself. Then they were asking Marc to lower his pants. Because of his eagerness to come as soon as possible, she never experienced the fullness and friction that would have better satisfied her. True, he always got back up in record time but because her pussy was filled with his abundant ejaculate her semen-coated nerve endings didn’t allow the kind of friction she needed to get off as much as she wanted to. Had John been more attentive in his foreplay and had he brought her to orgasm along the way it might have been different. As it was, she faked.