Every since I was a young boy I would rifle through the hamper at home. Between my mom and my sister there was always something frilly and silky in th...re for me to try on. A nice bra and matching panties or pair of stockings that I could run my hands over. Mmmm, that silky feel going up my legs feeling my cock rubbing against such girly things. It didn't take me long to cum back then. Porn was much different as well. When I found out that Hustler was so much filthier than Playboy I was in! A. The hallway behind the panel was more corporate, as though it was hidden not for security, but because it was strictly a staff area."My name is Margherite Mason, but most folks around here just call me Margo. I am Poseidon's executive secretary and, incidentally, his number two here at Beta station." she explained as they walked. "That pompous ass in there is Poseidon's nephew. Nepotism is still alive and well in our little corner of paradise."Margo showed her a well-appointed and comfortable. Peter studied Clare’s pussy which was even hairier than Ann’s.Clare felt the cold slipper touch her bare cheeks. The a dozen hard smacks landed making her yelp at each one. Her cheeks flattened and rebounded at each smack of the vintage slipper.Peter helped her up. As she rubbed her bottom he looked at her large thick bush but Clare was more concerned about her bottom.“Oh, Peter, that stings. You do know how to deal with a girl, don’t you!”They hugged and his hands rubbed and squeezed her. Pro Tip: If you don't like a chapter try checking its counterpart in the other branch maybe you will like that one.John Smith and Amanda Williams lived in the same flat so you could call them flatmates or roommates whatever you want but not friends. Neither of them liked the other. They were in the same flat only because of financial situations. Initially when they started living together each one found the other attractive but as they get to know each other a little bit they start hating each.