Maybe it was because of the description and the rumors, but he felt as if he already knew her - at least until she opened her mouth. She talked in a h...gh squeaky voice like one of those stereotypical blonde bimbos in the old movies."You must be Phil. I have been expecting you." She looked down the hallway to see if anyone else saw him - or them."Come in. From what I understand, you have had a full day." she said with a half-smile. "You must be tired. Have a seat." Phil walked in and sat down in. He made me feel so cared for, and wanted. I spent a minute pretending to browse and left the shop, heading towards Karen's house. I called her to see if she was in and thankfully she was, with a crippling hangover. Half of me thought, 'serves her right.' I felt incredibly vulnerable walking past all of the people in the street with my skirt blowing around in the Autumn wind. I was freezing in just Leila's tight blouse, I was sure it wouldn't have been too much trouble for her to lend me some. The girls in the swimming club where all aware of this and as such where always very careful when changing because it wasn’t uncommon for the door to be pushed open by a group of horny 16 years boys who wanted a cheap thrill, mostly they were unlucky, but occasionally they would get lucky and see a boob or a naked girls bottom which seemed to cause hilarity for them but caused screams in the girls changing rooms while they worked out if they had been seen naked. The other thing that happened. "Oh, God, Pat, oh God just put it IN!" and she pushed herself forward against the wet plastic. Pat grinned and with a single motion buried the dildo in Julie's body, all the way up to the central curve. With a long "AAAaaaahhh!", Julie shuddered, then relaxed and opened her eyes."Oh, very NICE!" she said, drawing the black leather strap around her waist and cinching it up. The other end of the toy stuck out from between her legs. It wasn't quite the right shape for a natural cock, but the sight.