" How about his cock. Have you seen it?" Priscilla swallowed the lump growing in her throat."I've seen it," Tammy said. "I haven't had the nerve to to...ch it." She winked. "Beauty is enough for me." She gave Priscilla a challenging stare. "You ready to go out to the barn and make it with Beauty?" Maybe we shouldn't. If your father comes home early, he might catch us."Tammy laughed. "Daddy never comes home early from Harold's ranch. They usually wind up playing cards all day."Priscilla flushed.. After work I wanted to cum again so badly, but I waited until I got home. It took all my self-control I had left but I made it.As soon as I walked in the door I was taking off my clothes. I made a trail as I walked to my bedroom and by the time I got there all I had on was my tiny black lace thong.I stopped at the mirror in my room and admired my body. My breasts weren't the biggest you have ever seen, but I still liked them just the same. My nipples are very sensitive and I can get all worked. Once my breathing has returned to normal, I change positions and face-to-face, I kiss him. And kiss him again. This has been so hot. A new experience for me and one that I will cherish and re-live in my mind over and over for years to come. We embrace, bathing in the afterglow of our lovemaking. I find it too overwhelming and our kisses turn me into a blubbering whale and tears are soon pouring out of my eyes and I am gasping and bawling like a baby. Les seems to understand, wise beyond his. ‘Well. Not a row exactly. But it feels like a row.’ ‘Right. With?’ ‘Someone I met.’ ‘Right.’ Peter paused again. ‘You had a row with? The milkman?’ Craig persisted. ‘I don’t have a milkman.’ ‘No shit.’ ‘With a girl I met. Last week. ‘Ah.’ ‘Don’t say, ah, like that.’ ‘What’s her name?’ ‘Katie. Well, Katherine.’ ‘Katie is a pet name?’ ‘No. Katie to her friends.’ ‘So. She’s a,’ Craig paused. ‘Friend?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘A friend that you were?’ ‘Were what?’ Peter frowned. Craig sighed heavily, ‘a friend that.