‘She grew up Luther, you know, that thing you and dad never did?’ Luther laughed and ran his hand over his bald head. ‘Most men never do Lexi, o...r toys just get bigger and more expensive. Damn though girl, if I was only twenty years younger…my, my, my…’ He licked his lips in appreciation of what he saw. ‘Hey Lexi, remember me?’ The second man walked up and looked at her, younger than the other two men, but still years older than the girl, he stood as tall and well bodied as the other two.. "So we'll call you Tammy, alright?" I guess," I made a face and looked down."You're very pretty, Tammy," Mr. Cartwright said softly and I looked up at him sharply because I'd been called pretty before and it was always like an insult."No, I'm not," I told him."Yes, you are." He smiled at me, a real one, not a teasing one. "I think you're the prettiest Girl Scout I ever saw, Tammy." Really?" I blinked at that and wondered if that wasn't pretty insulting too, even if he meant it like a. More slowly this time, she slid her hand underneath my shorts, eager to find again my throbbing cock with her oily fingers. Easing it from my shorts she held it by the root and gazed at it in its entirety before gently drawing her fingernails down the underside of my swollen shaft. I could have come there and then but Grace had other ideas and wrapped her fingers around the length of my cock as she started to slowly wank me – drawing her strong slender fingers up and down before rolling her. Her own chest rose and fell as she caught her breath and her skin glistened from her own sweat and from the droplets of moisture coming from Alex's body. He then rolled over onto his side, facing her, and the cool air whisked away the dampness, slowly, leaving a cool breeze emanating from his skin.As he lay alone on the sofa, eyes closed, he could feel the same cool breeze once again. He rolled on to his side, imagining Daphne beside him. He could feel the sweat on his body, nestled in his.