We went on, almost silently, just the soft squelching of my gentle thrusts, the minute slurping of Anne’s tongue, and the labored breathing of all of us. The only other sound was the quiet creaking of the teakwood chaise, and the soft bumping as it occasionally hit the table beside it.
There was a soft tinkle, like several small pieces of metal hitting the pool deck. Monica and Anne didn’t hear it, but I did. I knew it had not been something falling from the table.
I looked up over Monica’s shoulder and sighed.
“Hi, Mom.”
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And so we come to the end of another saga! This series was supposed to be three or four chapters, but took on a life of its own. I loved every minute of writing it, even if the ending was quite slippery to get pinned down. Let me know if I nailed it, please! Thanks in advance for your kind votes and favorites, and please take a moment to comment. As always, that’s how I get rewarded and encouraged.
What? You are still here? It’s over, as Ferris Bueller would say. Go home.
‘Fuck me’?!?
Well, that’s not very nice.
…
Oh… You are upset about Mary, are you?
What is the problem?
Feeling denied? Heh. Clark would appreciate your concern for him.
Oh… fine.
Would it make you feel better if you knew that he and Mary finally completed the merger, so to speak, the following Thursday, right in her and Becca’s dorm room? With no interruptions? The edging to end all edging finally paid off in titanic orgasms?
They only got caught during round two… by three of Becca and Mary’s dorm mates.
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