She reads all the gossip mags. If anything's going on, they'll have licked it up. If they have, you can tell him it's all over the press, and leave hi... to explain."Judy was a university friend who was addicted to all the gossip and celebrity magazines. She talked of little else, to the annoyance of most of her friends. But she was such a good friend, they forgave her her addiction.It was by now very late, after midnight, but they both knew Judy would still be awake. Cheryl accordingly phoned. Standing in the hall, she'd felt wetness on her thighs again. When she was alone she could actually smell that feminine odor that came from a wet pussy. Obviously the improvised padding in her panties wasn't working.When her lunch period started she grabbed her coat and purse and headed for the nearest drugstore. Panties, baggies, and a douche, those should cover her most important needsBack in the lounge she had to wait until the place was nearly empty, and then locked herself in the restroom.. ”Jennifer looked at him, squinted an eye, and gestured to Othello. “Othello, how often do you get your fingers around your ghoul Madison’s neck when you fuck her.”“Almost every time.” The big guy nodded, shrugged, and started washing himself as well, across the room from them under another showerhead. Triss took a little longer than she probably should have watching the guy, but damn he had a body, with an ass of steel. And, like he said, he had a habit of using his hands, big strong hands,. I also had some of the standard jack-off mags like Playboy and a couple of Penthouses. Oh, and I used them, too.I was using one for its intended purpose one night after I was sure my stepmom was asleep when my door opened suddenly and she asked me, "Do you need a ride to school tomorrow? Oh. Oh."I was furiously stroking myself when she came in and it took me a second to realize that I was found-out, caught in the act. She stood there staring at me, naked, cock in hand. I braced myself for a.