Claire might be mature, but she wouldn't have classified herself as experienced. Especially since she couldn't remember ever having sex. Not with anyt...ing except imitation erections."Being a babe has nothing to do with your value as a woman," she said, shrugging into her sports bra. "Remember that. It's what's inside you that gives you value, not your looks." Easy for you to say," said a girl, but Claire couldn't tell which one."Do you sleep with Coach Morgan?" another girl asked, suddenly. Two. As I talked to the vp of the house he stood up and gave me his seat, he also explained that there had to be a review to allow new members and then they would vote, but Brad had failed to complete 3 task he was given. And getting redemption like that was going to take something special. I told him if the was anything I could do I would. Well he replied there is a way to insure my vote and pulled his cock from the sweats he was wearing. He was not really big but at the time I had only seen two. The game was afoot.Regis Gallant, and that actually was his name, was content. Content because sometimes the work was easy, most of the time it took time and he usually had to find the time in his busy week to get the info he needed to make his boss, Jacob Paskin, happy. But today was a good day. He knew where the man worked; hence, it was a good bet that the woman would be hanging around said workplace. Well, he’d been wrong about that. She hadn’t been hanging around the place; she was working. I was in the shower no longer than 10 mins before I was already playing with myself. I had rememebered the time I had walked in on my dad while he was jacking off to his movies. He stroked his hand over his large cock. It was so hard and stiff. I sat and watched him for a bit before he cummed and turned off the movie. At that point I wanted his cock in my tight pussy so bad. I countuined to rub my pussy in the shower moaning not hearing the front door open and shut with my dad's stern voice.