“Now you can reach me,” she winked as she left the room.When she got to her room she put on her pajamas and decided to watch some TV. Before long,...she was asleep.“Morning sunshine!” Liz exclaimed, dressed and excited for their girls’ weekend. Kylie laughed confusedly.“It’s morning?” Kylie rubbed her eyes and stretched.“Yes, sillyhead! I got in and you were passed out, I didn’t want to wake you,” Liz repliedKylie shuffled to the bathroom to shower. As she was washing up, she remembered scenes. Shannon had not exactly measured me, but she got a very good 'handle' on my dimensions when she had been on top of my thighs. The new boy-toy she had bought, having had the . . er . . balls to walk into the local adult shop and choose a model that very closely matched my dong, was my . . uhm . . stand-in, if you will. So the experience would be simulating my physical presence during penetration. The image I was getting over the net was alright, though I couldn’t control the focus or zoom, it. The living room looked as it always did but her eyes were suddenly drawn to a small, dark spot on the carpet near the sofa. She couldn't remember having seen it before.Walking over to the spot, she knelt down. The spot was moist and it glistened. Reaching out, she touched it with a fingertip, shivering as she recognized its slippery texture.Unwilling to believe what was running through her mind, May raised her finger to her nose. The scent was just what she had thought--it was cum!She rose and. We were instructed not to wear our UN berets, …but we were young and liked the individuality of the things! The Southern railway, or at least what was then Southern region of British Railways, with its usual efficient way smoothly travelled me from what we lads knew as ‘Gatport Airwick’, to London`s Waterloo station where we all dispersed to our respective main line stations, by now 200 UN-blue berets were mingling with the civilian crowds, for Murphy and I it was a walk up a long ramp and.