“Okay,” I said, squirming. “I got a bit wet from that. Is that bad?”“Not for a whore,” she whispered, her smile warm and welcoming. “Rig...t, now, Alanna, you’re a college age girl with low overhead and an associate lawyer’s salary. Shop!”My god we had fun. Alanna’s credit limit peaked at twelve thousand, I found out. There were too many boxes and bags for two people to carry so whenever we had enough, Nicolette brought us out to the curb where Curly would be waiting, trunk open. After chucking. I let my hands fall back and she ran her nails over my chest, my nipples. Then she moved forward over me, her knees locking against my hips, the silk still covering her lower body. She eased herself over my cock, with the fabric still keeping us apart and slowly she began to move it against me, the silk riding over my hardness. I moaned at the touch of her body, kept from me by the diaphanous material. I watched her as she moved over me, pressing down on my stiff cock with her hidden pussy,. " A sly half smile creeped onto his face. What the hell? This boy was crazy. "No you won't." I couldn't believe him. He proved me wrong. A sweeping glide of his bare torso filled my eyes. I spun my head back and fourth, no one was present in the shop. Oh my goodness.. I just couldn't help myself, I reached out and stroked his torso "Hmm arn't you a bit young to be working out" He felt softly sexy "Ha. I'm seventeen" Knew it. Five minutes passed, we were in the storage room. He shoved me up. He felt down with his freshly painted nails and felt his penis still in tact. "At least I still have a . . ." he never finished his sentence. Pain filled his groin. He felt his hips swelling even more as more cushioning made itself evident on his bottom. He lifted up his skirt to see his underwearless penis draw into himself. Moments after his pain began, it stopped suddenly. "Well Krista," stated Brad, at least you're comfortable. I wish I had some clothes that fit me." As he spoke,.