" The salesgirl covered her mouth,but I could see her starting to laugh. Karen nudged me, so I continuedthe mantra. "And I want to be a pretty prom pr...ncess."Now she did laugh, "Nice. Princess Linda? Okay, Princess, a sale is asale. My name is Lori. What size are you, Princess?" I told her I had noidea, but she wasn't going to let that stop her, "No problem. Here, putthat gown down, let me measure you." With her tape measure, she measuredmy chest, waist, and hips. Lori fingered my bra straps. Please, no more!"We cuddled up and rested for a while, each of us engrossed in our own thoughts. I knew she was thinking of me and of course, I was thinking about her, and our future, if there was to be one.Eventually I called in an order for pizza and we sat on the couch, Megan in a robe and me... well I stayed naked. As we were finishing our pizza, she confided that for the past week she'd been experiencing the strangest sensations in her loins. That's the term she used, her loins. I smiled. Just now, I knew how much I loved tanlines…Rita’s belly was tight, and I felt more than saw the motion and the tension of the muscles in her pussy and ass, tightening and relaxing with a careful rhythm, just like Thursday night. Her joke notwithstanding, I believed her when she claimed extensive studies for her minor in sexual technique. What she was doing, giving me, had all the best features of a hand job, a blow job, and an exquisite, expert lay.“Fuck, Rita. You feel…wonderful…I want to…cum. It was really very small but very stiff. It had hardened like crazy for Natalie's sexy foot.She was not talking but she looked at my penis for a few seconds. She was sure now my penis was really small. I gently grabbed her right hand and helped her to fondle my naked penis with her hand. She began to fondle slowly with her right hand's fingers.My penis's head was getting wet with my sperm in her hand. Sometimes she was rubbing her right hand to her shorts to clean. And, she was caressing.