Her sister was right. She needed to tell him, and tell him now. She tucked in the corner of the towel and stepped into the hallway, then tiptoed down ...he hall to her room. Connie clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle a yell when she found Simon in the room. She hadn’t thrown on a robe because she assumed he’d still be downstairs, listening for the shower and then giving her time to dry and dress. For a moment, she couldn’t say anything. She watched him watching her, then saw his eyes move. He heard giggling, shuffling. He felt something cold and squidgy being squirted onto his penis. And then a hand! Up to that point, none of the girls had touched him ‘down there’ – and, although Judith was not exactly his dream girl, being touched by a girl, any girl, on his penis sent his heart racing. The hand now started massaging his shaft, the lubricant was now releasing heat. This was good! Carl was surprised that Judith, whom he had dismissed as a girl who had never kissed a boy, let. In fact, as she held my throbbing and fiercely standing prick in her hand, she had an ally that pleaded strongly in her favor. Still my prudence — and shall I say my desire- urged a middle course.‘What is that?’ she said.‘My darling, you have two gates within which love can enter to offer up this sacrifice: your exquisite cunt, and your no less delicious arsehole. Now, I can commence in the former and, after moistened, I can then slide into the other without giving you too much pain, and there. My mind was immediately racing ahead picturing her in a variety of the samples from my other line that I sold to a very select number of smaller specialty stores. The line of risqué lingerie was called Jezebel, you may have heard about it, or have seen it worn by one of your women. I wasn’t about to mention it to her, at least not yet. The store she was a buyer for was a very contemporary department store, not one to cater to this particular line. We had a lovely lunch, a glass of wine, and it.