For the first week, it was pretty easy. My clit was sore but feeling a little better every day. By the end of the first week, my clit felt much better...but I could still tell that it needed more time before it could be played with. By the third week, devilish thoughts started tempting me to try a little masturbation but I was disciplined and managed to refrain.After four weeks, I still hadn't touched myself except to wash and make sure the area was kept clean. Wow, four weeks and I hadn't had. I'm going to take it slow and work you up to it. You'll be ready for it; in fact, though you'll deny it, you're going to want it."Jennifer was shaking now and panting. Her hands shifted, moving up the counter, as if her legs were getting weak and she needed support. Peter looked down her dress at her heaving, unrestrained breasts. His cock throbbed as he discovered that her nipples were erect.I'm afraid it may hurt a little at first, Jen—but only a little, and only at first. Then, you won't. He scooched over to the edge of the bunk and turned on his side. I squeezed the open conditioner until a generous amount escaped from the top. With my left hand, I scooped up the glob of white cream on to my first three fingers. I took a hold of his cock with my right hand and as I licked around the head, I rubbed the conditioner on to my asshole.My fingers slid in to my rectum easily. I carefully enveloped the head of his cock with my lips and sucked on it like I was giving it a hickey. I. She looked up to see the man that had stepped out of the car. “Ginger?” “Yes, you must be Collin.” “Guilty, I am going to have to talk to George about his description skills.” “Why is that?” Ginger had forgotten that it was George that had referred Collin. “Well, he told me to look for a pretty redhead, not a gorgeous redhead.” He pulls out the chair across the table from her and sits down. “How do you know George?” Ginger asked. “We went to college together. How do you know George?” “We are.