Horseplay
Chapter 20 : Grande Finale

  By the time Neil arrived to eat, the kitchen staff were clearing the
buffet. He'd slept late, barely managed to stay conscious in the
shower and wandered to the Cave like a zombie. Dave was still there
with a hangdog look on his face. Neil was going to go over and talk,
but by the time he'd swiped a plate of food from under the annoyed
stares of the staff Dave had left.
	Neil grabbed the duty roster sheet and scanned it, hoping to
avoid parking cars again. He was on dropoff detail, meaning he had to
be in the small stable next to the arena to take horses. After
competitions the horses would get walked in the small paddock, then
handed off to the dropoff guys who would strip them of tack and brush
them down. It would be pretty busy work for the western competitions,
since there would be a dozen riders in two minute competitions. Other
events, like dressage, had h a dozen horses in the ring at once.. The
dropoff group would have a lot of free time during these.
	Since Neil wouldn't have to go to the arena until after lunch,
he headed down to the commons to see if any parents had arrived
early. He expected to be swamped after the riding competition,
meeting parents and telling the girls goodbye so any early arrivals
could be taken care of first thing. Making his way down the hillside,
Neil started to smile. Leah wouldn't dare flirt with him today, not
with her parents around. Harriet and Ruth would be swamped with work,
ending the day tired and dirty. Maria would also be working all day,
running Dressage competitions and judging. Neil actually found
himself looking forward to a day with little possiblity of sex.
	Neil met three sets of parents on the commons, all from younger
girls in his class. He dutifully expressed praise for their skill
progress, encouraging them to continue their work during the winter.
Each girl's parents were friendly enough, asking lots of questions
about the school. There were some questions about the rumored injury
and big thunderstorm and Neil fielded the questions as politically as
he could without revealing his own role.
	Neil headed down towards the stables afterwards, listening to
the loudspeaker announcements and picking out the parents among the
crowd to find any he needed to meet. When he reached the stable, he
was ambushed by Gwen, dragging an attractive, but tired looking woman
behind her.
	"NEIL!" she shouted, rushing up.
	Neil prepared for his standard talk, but as soon as Gwen's
companion spoke something in his mind clicked and he almost choked.
It was Gwen's mother. He'd already spoken to Gwen's mother. Neil
nearly said "Oh SHIT" out loud, but caught himself and struggled to
find a poker face. "Nice to meet you Missus Simmons" he said as
neutrally as he could manage.
	Gwen's mother was pretty, with tall and angled features like
her daughter. Her nose wasn't as pronounced, but she lit up like Gwen
did. Physically she was thin, short and had a very small chest. Neil
was nearly four inches taller than her which made him feel very odd.
	"Neil, Gwen mentioned you quite often." she said with a teasing
tone. Gwen made an annoyed sound and Neil laughed.
	"Well, I'm just glad she's back in Dressage."
	Andrea paused, giving Neil an odd look. "Have we met before?"
she asked, looking up and down at him.
	Neil tried not to panic. "I don't know, last year? I've been a
counselor here for a few years."
	Andrea shook her head. "No.. its your voice, not your face."
she said, rubbing a finger across her lips. "I... can't place it
though. Are you sure we've never met?"
	Neil shrugged. "I don't think so." He stayed stock still while
Andrea considered this, saying a silent thanks when Gwen's impatience
overwhelmed her.
	"Come on mom, I want to show you the other horses!"
	Andrea sighed, "I'm coming. Hold on..."
	Neil laughed. "It was nice meeting you" he said, holding out
her hand to shake it.
	She shook it absently, glancing up at him and shaking her head.
"Yes... Neil. Well, I'm off to see more horses." she said with a
groan.
	Neil ducked into the stables as quickly as he could, getting
out of their line of sight. He spent a good minute hiding in the
standing area, letting his racing heart slow to its normal pace.
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	Neil met one other set of parents during the morning as they
were heading down to the arena for some of the early activities. He
spoke with the girl's father for a few minutes, assuring him that the
accident with Derrick was a rarity caused by a student's carelessness.
He didn't seem all that convinced, though, leaving Neil to head off
while shaking his head.
	Neil headed up for an early lunch with his stomach rumbling,
only to stop dead. Standing next to Harry was Nathanial Rothcrest,
dressed in a light tan suit and laughing with the Brit. Neil looked
left and right for Deb, wondering why he suddenly felt like a chicken
with a fox on the loose. He carefully turned left, then made a bee
line for his room.
	When he opened the door to his cabin, Deb was there... with
Harriet.
	"Hello Neil" Harriet said.
	Neil was frozen. He didn't think Harriet would care, but there
was a feeling in the room. It wasn't anger... it wasn't jealousy...
it was anticipation, lust, and perhaps a touch of competition. Neil
weighed the option of just running for his life and almost laughed.
Instead he slowly closed the door and smiled. "Well, isn't this a
sight." he said.
	Deb stood and slinked over to him. "I like your friend, Neil.
I'm glad you have someone around to help take your mind off me" she
said with a tiny laugh.
	Neil stiffened but Harriet actually laughed and Deb smiled at
her warmly. It left Neil speechless.
	"I must confess, Neil, I haven't been faithful to you, either."
Deb teased. "But you... you have been my favorite."
	Neil grinned stupidly, finally recovering and setting his
clipboard down. "Well... I'm on my way to lunch" he said. "Will you
two beautiful ladies be joining me?"
	Nathanial greeted them warmly and the entire group sat at a
table with Harry and Maria. Neil glanced around and with a shock
realized he'd slept with every woman at the table. It really broght
his summer into perspective, between them he'd enjoyed several
fantasies, shared in their fantasies and done things he'd before
barely imagined.
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	Neil worked like a dog for the first hour of the show. Ten
western riders queued up for barrel racing at a time, in four groups
and two semi finals. Each rider barely took three minutes in the
ring, so Neil was stripping and brushing horses furiously. Thankfully
he had help but by the time the last competition was over he was
covered in horse hair, dirt, sweat and hay.
	Seeing the first Dressage riders take the arena was a huge
relief. Neil watched for a few moments through the slats of the
stable. He couldn't see much, the stable sat cattycorner to one
grandstand and there were three fences and some bushes in his way,
limiting his view. He considered heading out and sitting on the
stands, but the sun had made an appearance so he passed, sitting on a
bale of hay, alone in the stable.
	Neil nearly dozed off, waking when he heard someone walking
down the set of stalls. He looked up and Deb came into view, her face
lighting up when she spotted him. "Well now." she cooed.
	Neil smiled and stood, brushing off his legs. He glanced around
for the two conselors who had been helping him, but they'd left to
watch the show.
	"Don't you look rugged." Deb said with a smile, walking around
him to stand at the window.
	"Rugged? I'm dirty and sweaty." Neil said. He was enjoying her
attention, mostly because he felt fairly safe given his disheveled
state. When she moved up to him, though, he started to wonder.
	"I believe I owe you something, some sort of deal we made?" Deb
said seductively.
	Neil smiled and nodded. "Not today, I'm saving that." he
insisted.
	Deb pouted, then glanced around. "Perhaps... perhaps I could
make a down payment on my account." she growled.
	Neil actually tried to step back, suddenly feeling a bit
exposed. "Well... I'm stuck here until the end of the next show, and
I'm filty" he argued.
	Deb rubbed her hand down his shirt. "I'm sure some parts of you
are clean... " she said, grabbing him by the shirt.
	Neil was trying to work up an argument when Deb dragged him
into an empty stall, turned him and pushed his back up to the side of
the doorway. They were essentially hidden until someone walked by,
something that was bound to happen eventually. When he tried to point
this out, she ran her hands up his thighs and caressed his cock
through his shorts. When he again pointed out how filthy he was, not
to mention the stall, Deb dropped a riding blanked on the floor and
went to her knees, never once taking her hand off his still shaft.
When he insisted that there was simply no way, she had his shorts
unbuttoned and around his ankles. And when he managed to wrap his
mind around the fact that they were in a stable not twenty yards from
three hundred people, she wrapped her lips around his penis and
inhaled.
	Some part of Neil's brain had all these facts swirling around,
but that part of his brain was a buoy in a sea of Deb's sexual
skills. She hummed, pulling him in, drawing her hands up his shaft,
licking around his glans, across the tip and back down. She was
everywhere with her hands, constant with her tongue, using her lips
one moment to fuck him, then next her tongue was sliding down to his
balls. He groaned and protested and she smacked him on the leg.
	"You can argue with me after you come."
	"Some...one will... see us.." Neil managed.
	"Then you'd better be quick." she insisted with a grin.
	She started again and Neil let himself go, allowing the beast
to run free. Deb, however, had other plans. Once he'd surrendered to
her attentions, she was infuriating, never stopping but never doing
any one thing long enough for Neil to focus on it. She would lick,
then suck, then tease, then rub, then blow, her hands and mouth were
everywhere for just a second or two, pushing him up then letting him
fall. Neil groaned, his ears focused and tuned. He herad the crowd
and tried to picture where they were in the show. He listened to the
horses shifting and tried to pick out footsteps. Meanwhile the rest
of him was deep in Deb's mouth, in her hands, under her tongue. It
was maddening.
	Neil lost track of time and the world and all its cares inched
away under Deb's concentration. He was fully immersed in her until he
heard the unmistakable sound of a footstep, and another. Neil's eyes
shot open and he tried to move, only to have Deb hold him firm.
	"Someone's in the stable." he whispered.
	She made a sound that might have been agreement or dismissal or
neither. It made no difference in her actions, though. She refused to
do anything long enough to make him finish.
	Neil listened to the steps growing louder, closer. They were
slow and deliberate, someone looking for a horse, or a student. It
didn't matter, they would see him in a few moments, a counselor with
his shorts around his ankles receiving oral sex in a stall. "Deb...
please... they're coming"
	Deb broke the seal of her mouth for a moment. "Please what?"
she asked innocently.
	"Please stop" Neil begged.
	She made a disgusted "no" sound and resumed.
	"Then... let me finish"
	Deb made a much happier sound this time, encouraging.
	Neil put it together and sighed. "Please... Deb.. make me come.
PLEASE" he whispered.
	Each plea made her speed up, she shifted to a constant sucking
motion, driving him rapidly upward. Whenver Neil stopped talking to
listen, though, she slowed or changed her actions.
	Neil switched to a beg, thrusting forward. "Please... Deb...
let... me... come... please.. need... to..."
	Deb drove him on, meeting each thrust with a mouth full of
tongue and vibration. Neil lost track of the footsteps, the stall,
everything and the image of him getting caught just wrapped up in the
sensation of Deb's expert mouth. He leaned hard into the wooden wall
and clenched, feeling the damn burst in his mind and he pounded his
hips forward withouth conscious thought.
	He stopped with a jerk, his eyes snapped open and Neil started
to reach for his shorts. There was a noise beside him and he looked
over in horror at someone standing in the doorframe of the stall. He
worked up an response, anything, until Deb spoke up.
	"Nathanial, you interrupted my game." she whined.
	Nathanial stepped into the stall and grinned broadly. "There
are some people coming, I thought I should tell you to finish up, but
I see that's not necessary."
	Neil almost fainted.
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	Neil met crowds of parents that afternoon, carefully running
through the same list of answers and making the same observations for
each. Yes, there was an accident. No, that's not exactly what
happened. Yes, your daughter is a wonderful rider. No, he didn't
think they would raise rates next year.
	It was tiresome, but not all that difficult. The two sets of
parents he dreaded, however, never appeared.
	He spotted Leah and she waved him to follow her. She snuck into
the tack room where they'd shared their first kiss and wrapped herself
up in his arms. When she pulled back, he got a long, lingering kiss.
	"Next year", she said firmly, the only words she'd spoken.
	Neil started to answer but she just nodded as if it were
settled and left. He never saw her parents, and didn't see her leave
camp.
	Neil talked to Stephanie briefly at the arena, but she vanished
after the first Western show and he didn't see her again. He felt bad
that he never met her parents, but he was a little relieved as well.
He had no idea what he would have said to them.
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	Neil collapsed at the dinner table with a dull grunt. Harry
smiled at him. "Maria said goodbye." he said simply.
	Neil just nodded. Harriet sat next to him with a plate of steak
and vegetables and gave him a sly grin.
	"What?"
	"I see from your expression that Deb won"
	"Won?"
	"She described a sort of game she likes to play with young men
in less than private locations."
	"Is it called 'corner him in a stall'?"
	Harriet laughed. "Not always."
	Neil grunted and played with his food. He was tired, sore and
had barely taken a shower thanks to long lines and limted hot water.
There were still streams of campers leaving down the hill. The big
yellow busses had arrived, heading for nearby cities. A line of cars
waited behind them, row upon row of SUVs and sedans, roof racks
packed with duffel bags.
	Neil watched them with wonder and sadness. The summer was over,
tomorrow his father would arrive to pick him up and they'd go back to
Virginia. He'd had sex nearly every day he was here, twice a day on
most occations. He'd had more sex this week than the sum of his
entire life up to arriving at camp.
	After dinner Harriet invited him back to her cabin, which
surprised him. He'd only been inside her room on the first day of
camp, when she'd been teasing him while unpacking. Somehow it made it
more exciting, although he had no idea why.
	"Ruth's coming over, if you're up to it" she said as they
walked in. Neil sat on her camp chair and Harriet flopped onto the
bed.
	"That's fine... although I guess I wasn't up to it yesterday".
	Harriet gave him a confused look, then laughed. "Aw, that's
cute. Just because you popped early?"
	Neil nodded. Her humor wasn't improving his mood.
	Harriet came over and ruffled his hair. "oh please. I got mine,
what are you worried about?"
	"A guy likes to know he's... you know, getting a girl off."
	Harriet grinned and lay back on the bed. "Don't get hung up on
it Neil. It means alot that you've... gotten me off so many times.
OK? I've gotten more sex this week than ... well, ever."
	"I was thinking the same thing at lunch"
	Harriet sat up on one elbow and looked over at him. "Anything
you haven't gotten to do yet?" she asked seriously.
	"Like what?" Neil said, surprised. He'd had so many crazy
experiences that he hadn't delved into his fantasy locker for any
leftovers.
	Harriet shrugged. "I'm not saying I'd let you.. I don't know,
do something gross or crazy... but you'll have me and Ruth tonight. I
didn't know if there was something.... " she faded out with a shrug.
	"I'll give it some thought" Neil said with a lewd grin.
	Harriet giggled. "Oooh, got the juices flowing" she said.
	Neil racked his brain, but the conversation turned away from
sex and back to other topics. They avoided discussing Dave or the
imminent end of the camp year. When Ruth finally arrived they were
telling blonde jokes. Ruth opened the door with a big "Ta-Da",
revealing a new blue hair dye. They both erupted in laughter.
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	"Dave's not taking me home" Ruth said suddenly, breaking their
discussion of the ugliest people at camp.
	"What?!" Neil and Harriet asked together.
	"Nathanial is."
	Neil started laughing and Harriet shook her head. "Deb's
husband?"
	"I saw him talking to Neil earlier and I chatted him up. I
flirted... a little... and he offered to take me to Florida in his
private jet!"
	Harriet was speechless, but not Neil. "So.. you going to join
the mile high club?"
	Ruth blushed, "Maybe... his wife was really.. forward about a
few things."
	Harriet rolled her eyes. "I swear, its like a god damn orgy
around here sometimes."
	Ruth protested with a pillow to Harriet's head, which provoked
a diplomatic response involving a pile of dirty laundry which
escalated into an all out pillow fight. Neil found himself double
teamed, so he backed out and let them go at it. The fighting turned
to wrestling and Ruth was very quickly overwhelmed by Harriet, who
wound up on top of her, pinning her to the floor.
	"Neil, help me with her"
	Neil moved to hold her legs and Harriet winked at him. "I think
I recall something about tying her up" she said.
	Neil grinned. "She loved it."
	Harriet laughed and started to undress. With Ruth pinned she
was soon in her bra and underwear and she moved up to straddle Ruth's
face. "Stop struggling bitch. I think Neil and I are going to use you
for our amusement." she said firmly.
	Ruth still struggled, but Neil climbed up on her legs and
Harriet pinned Ruth's arms with her knees, pushing her crotch down
into Ruth's face.
	"Lick my cunt, bitch" Harriet ordered. Ruth jerked a few times,
then made some sort of protest sound as Harriet ground her underwear
into Ruth's chin. "I'll have Neil tickle you if you don't" she
warned.
	Ruth jumped and stopped squriming. She had her tongue onto
Harriet's panties in a second, making begging noises.
	"That's better. Neil, strip her pants, let's get her holes
stuffed."
	Neil was stunned, but he moved to comply with a rapidly rising
tent in his shorts. He got Ruth's shorts and underwear off quickly,
exposing a musky smell.
	"You smell that, Neil? Our little whore is all hot and wet"
Harriet pulled her underwear to the side to give Ruth better access,
grinding down on her face and humming. Neil tossed Ruth's clothes to
the side and Harriet turned. "Get the box out from under my bed."
	Neil found the box easily, assuming the collection of sex toys
consisted of 'the box'. He pulled out a good sized vibrator with a
power cord and Harriet smiled at him.
	"There's another one, too. Smaller."
	Neil found it, and plugged both in. He'd worked out what he
thought Harriet wanted and moved behind her. He slid the smaller
vibrator into Ruth's wet pussy first, flicking the power level up and
down as he did. Ruth wriggled under Harriet, moaning and bucking. When
the vibrator was good and wet Neil pushed Ruth's legs wide and started
to work the larger one in. As he did he pressed the smaller one to her
anus and Ruth squeeked.
	Harriet reached behind her back and smacked Ruth's stomach.
"Stop squirming, bitch".
	Neil worked the smaller vibrator in and clicked it on, then
tuned the pair so they were on high, vibrating at nearly the same
frequency. Ruth was wiggling slightly, humping the air. Harriet
glanced around and grinned, then pulled off her bra and stood long
enough to take off her underwear. She squatted back down and Ruth
began licking again.
	"Neil, go lay on the bed." Harriet said, looking back. She
rocked on Ruth's mouth and Neil watched for a moment, enjoying the
view. Ruth was really licking, moving up and down as Harriet writhed
around on her face.
	Neil finally got up and stripped, laying down on the bed.
Harriet climbed on top of him, lowering herself down and pulling him
inside. She moved very slowly, taking her time. "Get up her Ruth"
	Ruth climbed over to the bed, carefully pulling her cords
behind her. She climbed up behind Harriet and Harriet leaned over,
stopping her thrusts.
	"Lick me, make sure my pussy is nice and wet for Neil"
	Ruth started to lick and Neil could feel her moving up and
down, climbing over his legs to get a better position. He lay still,
enjoying the tightness, then felt Harriet lift. Ruth's tonge was on
him, licking down his balls and up the small amount of shaft that
wasn't buried inside Harriet. It was amazing, feeling Harriet rock,
then the cold air when he was outside her, then Ruth's hot tongue.
Harriet pulled completely off and Ruth took Neil's dick in her hand
and started to suck it, going faster and faster. Neil held back
carefully and realized Ruth was climaxing, her muffled groans coming
out as puffs around his dick as the vibrators took her over the edge.

	When she was done, Ruth carefully put his dick back into
Harriet's pussy, licking them both as Harriet slid downward. "Mmm,
good girl" Harriet cooed. Then pulled up and off him, switching to a
kneeling position. "Get under me, bitch. You're going to suck me off
while Neil fucks me".
	Ruth moved to lay in a position on the bed so Harriet could
climb on top of her, lowering her pussy into Ruth's mouth. She then
started working the vibrators in Ruth, switching back and forth
thrusting them into her or alternating speeds. Neil climbed numbly
behind Harriet, wondering what was next. He entered her, feeling his
balls slide over Ruth's forehead with each slow thrust. It was
interesting and he started to play around with Ruth, pulling out and
feeding her his dick, letting her suck and lick it before fucking
Harriet again.
	Harriet started to stiffen and he waited, thrusting into her
while Ruth licked. She managed to hold out for a while, lifting up so
Ruth would stop, using the time to play with the vibrators or slide
back onto Neil. Neil was in heaven, looking down at Harriet's ass
slapping backwards over Ruth's face. Ruth kept getting flush, not
knowing what was coming next, Neil's dick or Harriet's pussy, her own
pussy and ass full of vibrating latex. Neil was in Ruth's mouth when
she climaxed again, and he slammed down into her while she did,
loving how her distraction kept her from reacting very well.
	Harriet finished next. She pushed Neil back and sat up on one
knee, grinding her pussy into Ruth's mouth. Harriet would let herself
get close, the shift forward so Ruth was licking her vagina and ass
rather than her clit, then she'd shift back. When Harriet finished it
wasn't silent this time. She groaned loudly and clenched down, pushing
back and donw on Ruth's mouth. In the end Ruth was gasping for air and
Harriet rolled to the side.
	"Alright Neil, fuck her ass and we're done" Harriet said,
stretching her legs.
	Ruth groaned as Neil pulled her into a better position on the
bed, pushing her legs up and bending them. He pulled the smaller
vibrator out and slid in quickly, feeling her clamp down on him
Harriet grinned, then lay over top of Ruth, revealing yet another
vibrator, this one clasped on the tip of her finger.
	"Can you hold out Neil? I want her to come with you in her
ass."
	Neil nearly lost it just hearing that. His earlier romp with
Deb had him less ready, but the whole evening was overwhelming his
brain. He started slide in and out of Ruth feeling the vibrator in
her pussy rumble against his dick. It was an amazing sensation.
Harriet turned that one down and pulled it out after a few seconds,
then applied her smaller vibrator to Ruth's clit. Ruth jumped
slightly, moaning.
	"Come on bitch, are you going to come one more time?" Neil
managed, getting a grin from Harriet.
	"I think she's got one more in her." Harriet said. She started
to work the tiny vibrator, taking breaks and whispering in Ruth's
ear. Neil could barely make it out. "... in you ass? Such a slut,
fucked in every hole. Licking my ass.... coming when he fucks you."
Ruth started to thrash and Neil had to hold back. She rocked, her
eyes clenched shut and her hands mauling her breasts. Neil felt the
tension in her legs increase, she started to push down and he had to
hold her legs or he'd pop out. His own strokes were tiny, barely
moving in her tight passage. He just concentrated on not finishing
rather than Harriet's whispering or the vibration he could still
feel.
	When Ruth got fairly close Harriet put the large vibrator back
in and moved up to Ruth's face, rubbing her breasts on Ruth's cheeks
and feeding them to her mouth. Ruth built faster and faster, moving
her hands down to play with herself. Neil tried to block the
vibration, but he was starting to climax too. He started to thrust
harder, pushing deep inside Ruth, enjoying the vibrating senesation.
When Ruth's sphincter started to clench he lost it, knowing she was
finishing, tapping this slutty side of her, it rocked him and he
exploded, feeling her thrash under him.
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	After long showers, Neil and Harriet spent a while joking and
relaxing, talking about their future sexual escapades. Ruth was
quiet, lost in her own world. When it got late, Neil dragged her back
to his room, trying to break her silence.
	"What's wrong?" he demanded, getting ready for bed.
	Ruth sat in her shorts and a t-shirt, head bowed. "Harriet
just... gets me to do stuff. I don't know how."
	"You don't want to?"
	Ruth shook her head. "Its not... "
	"You don't like it?"
	Ruth hesitated, then shook her head again.
	"So... I'm lost"
	"Its embarassing!" she said suddenly. "I get hot..."
	"When she bosses you around"
	"no.. Not that. When she has me do... things."
	"Like?"
	"Like lick her ass or lick you two while your having sex or
have two vibrators... ."
	"So you like doing dirty things, is that it?"
	Ruth sighed and nodded. "It gets me hot, you know. Like when I
was fucking Dave behind his girlfriend's back. Just knowing that
she... knew, you know? Or doing stuff with Harriet. She... totally
latched on to this 'slutty' thing. She loves to push me."
	Neil grinned. "OH, wah. You like to be a dirty girl. That's
horrible." he mocked.
	Ruth flipped him off. "No... Yes. I don't know. She pushes me
and it makes me.... so fucking hot"
	Neil shrugged. "Well, good. Get hot, have sex. Fuck Harriet.
Sounds like a rough life"
	Ruth crawled onto the bed and sighed. "I don't know... I get so
horny thinking about doing things, and I ... come sooo hard..."
	"I'll keep that in mind for next year." Neil said, turning off
the lamp and climbing into bed behind her.
	Ruth elbowed him gently. "Its just weird, you know? Like when I
licked her yesterday... I've fantasized... I don't know. Just knowing
its dirty... makes me want to do it."
	Neil chuckled and wrapped an arm around her. "Dirty little
slut." he whispered.
	Ruth elbowed him again, but he felt her stiffen slightly.
	"I think I'll wake you up first thing... "
	Ruth's back went tense, Neil could hear her almost pant. "How?"

	"MMm.. I don't know. I could wake you with my cock in your
mouth... In your pussy..."
	Ruth's breathing increased and she pressed her ass back to him.

	"or your ass..."
	Ruth almost moaned, making a low mewing sound.
	"We'll see how creative I am." Neil said. He reached down under
the covers and slipped Ruth's underwear off, tossing them into the
darkness. "Good night".