He looked across at her, cross-legged on his bed, from his computer chair. Melissa was wearing a little pink vest top, showing just the right amount o... cleavage, and skinny jeans. Her long, blonde hair, usually in a pony-tail, was down and seemed to glow in the lamp-light, although Simon was probably imagining that. She beckoned him, and he wheeled over, placing his feet on the bed. Melissa leaned forward and removed his glasses, kissing him softly on the lips before placing them on the bedside. Some of the other ladies in the room chuckled at this question.I was horrified. This kept on getting worse. Now I had to talk about my masturbation habits? “Yes, sometimes.”, I said shyly. Betty continued: “If you hadn’t known Julie and gone through with your session, would you have let her spit in your mouth and pee on you like you described in your email?”I blushed even deeper – if that is possible. I shot a quick glance at Julie who was looking directly at me with a quizzical look on. Its back legs spayed at just below her blades and disappeared around her narrow frame, under her arm pits to the front, still covered by her tee-shirt, still clutched to her breasts.The front legs of the beast, also splayed, travelled around to her front at waist height as if holding onto her. The neck was only partially visible as it went over her hip, covered by the low waist band of her hip high jeans. The detail of the animal was incredible, every scale depicted in green lines that flowed. Her breast was larger than my hand and she groaned into my mouth as I gently squeezed her fleshy globe. She let her hand on my chest move lower and over the front of my pants. From the outside of my pants, she traced the outline of my erection."You're bigger than Tom," her soft voice commented.I felt her fingers begin slowly to work on the buttons. My lust was rapidly growing. Sex for me at this point had only been twice and both times were very disappointing. The first was with the high school.