She asked Debbie to put one of her hands on me to give a size perspective. Debbies hand looked so small on my cock next to mine and it was electric th... way it felt. Every time Debbie had touched me it was that way and I could feel myself, reluctantly, falling for her. My God! She was 16 and I was in my forties, but I could feel it happening. Jenny said it looked amazing, through the small screen, with Debbies hand on the base of my cock and it looked so small compared to mine and my cock. She. ..AHH...Ohh....”, she moaned once more.When I was sure she was done, I pulled my hand from her shorts and leaned in to kiss her.“That was great”, she said, smiling at me, “Now I know why boys are always touching themselves down there”Lanie looked down at my crotch, and sure enough, she saw my fully erected dick. She smiled as she grabbed the waist band of my shorts and pulled them and my boxers down to expose my dick and balls.Lanie’s eyes widened when she first saw my cock. It was pretty. I have another appointment tonight."My disappointment must have been obvious."Don't worry, Sam. I think I can arrange to see you again. Then you might get close to my hair, if ..." Della stopped, waiting for me to ask."If what, Della?" If you promise to do whatever I ask, then I'll let you get very close to my hair." Close to?" OK. You could touch it and feel it ..." Della's voice dropped to a whisper "all over your naked body. Would you like that?"I nearly had an orgasm on the spot. Della was. I don’t need to see the tiny, swollen peaks of her nipples – stiffened against her hoody – to know I’ve succeeded. I’ve turned her on and I know she hates me for it. Spinning on my feet, my thighs fidget as I try to ignore the throbbing bulge between my thighs. “Is anybody ho-o-o-o-me?!” ‘I swear she’ll be the death of me…’ I whip around. Her hands are cupping her mouth, amplifying her antagonising shout. She looks at me with a wicked, challenging grin, confidently rocking on her heels. I reach.