" Hi what are you doing right now?"Oh my God he has such a deep, wonderful voice. I can feel my pussy contract, already becoming wet."Nothing yet, but...I am so fucking horny, and was about to reach for my toy, 'Peter, ' and make myself cum like hell. Why?" Oh, I was just wondering if you had started to have fun without me."As I listened to his deep, dark, rich, voice I begin to become aroused. We discussed the erotic story about fisting that I sent him to edit. When he asked me if I ever have. Surrounded by a lot of stuffed animals and monsters of sorts, she didn’t look anything close to my age, with me being 19. Lily looked closer to her mid-teens, her small frame and her choice of clothing and Decor made her look even younger then that. Dressed in a grey shirt with one of her drawings on it, in a rather cartoon-ish and cute style, and black sweatpants, combined with pink ankle socks, all of it was rather form-fitting or just small. Her hair was an orange-red tone, rather washed out. ??????????? I wished I could touch more of herbody. I wanted to kiss her feet and legs, to tongue her most private areas. Icut that thought off sharply. She deserves the best. And then a slightlyillicit thought crossed my mind. I was her slave. I was the best. Well, maybenot. I reminded myself of the times I had failed her.??????????? And I remembered over everything thepurity of the love we shared. That connection between our souls that had boundus together??????????? I concentrated on rubbing. We quickly started to laugh and talk, and I filled her in on what we did here in LA. And of course comparing which guys we thought were cool, and which were geeks. I told her about the clubs we could go to, places to hang out, and places to shop.I was dressed in my new dark blue bikini. It was as low-cut as my father would let me get away with, and not as low as I wanted. Marti was in a real tight red one-piece. She was taller than me (then again, who is not?), and more rounded in a very.