You suggest an arrangement

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You don't want to spook Rebecca too soon, and maybe you can visit her after everyone's in bed. You also don't want Tracy to think you've moved on to redder pastures, so to speak. You decide to suggest rooming with Tracy. "Hey, let's you and me bunk together. That is, if you might be interested in enjoying my nice cock some more."

Tracy grins up at you and pulls you into a passionate embrace, her tongue slipping easily into your mouth. You make out for a couple minutes and then she breaks the kiss. "I was hoping you'd say that," she says as she fondles your junk through your jeans. "Let's go get settled."

You both head upstairs, arm in arm. Rebecca is going through her stock of food from her backpack. She looks up as the two of you walk in the living room.

"Tracy and I will share a room, and you'll be right across the hall from us," you say. You catch a split second of disappointment on Rebecca's face that vanishes so fast, you're not sure if you imagined it.

"That sounds great, guys. Thanks again for taking me with you," Rebecca says, smiling.

Tracy takes some of the dried and canned food you've found in the basement and heads to the kitchen. Rebecca follows her with some of her fresh food. You decide to check out the upstairs while they make dinner. As you start toward the stairs, you hear Tracy call out, "The stove has gas! We're going to eat well tonight!"

"Great! I'm headed upstairs," you reply.

You climb the stairs. The first bedroom you enter once belonged to a teenaged girl, you think. The posters of male pop stars and the teen fashion magazines are a big hint. The double bed has a pink comforter on it. You look around, but don't find anything of interest. You head to the next room.

This is the master bedroom. A king-sized bed fills half the room. You decide to rifle through the dresser to see what's left. In the bottom drawer, under a pile of bikinis and swimsuits, you find a small stash of sex toys: two battery-powered vibrators, a nine-inch black dildo, and some nipple clamps. You also find a full package of batteries. You grin and put the stash into your backpack. You stand up and turn to the door.

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