Like when she was in the shower and letting the water squirt on her pussy and clit. Or when she was shaving all the pubes off. She had fantasies. Lots...of them. Carlita had a lively imagination. It must have been from all her reading and looking at stuff online. They had WiFi and she was a good at googling.Carlita really wished she was more like her mom. Such a pretty lady. And her body was so sexy. Mrs Garcia's butt was the greatest she ever saw. It was big and round and firm. What they called. Jerry shook his head and said, “Why would I want someone else to fuck you? I don’t remember any dream or talking in my sleep”. Esther said, “Well, somehow, you have a desire, or urge if that’s the term, to see another man fuck me.” Jerry shook his head and went to the bathroom to get his shower. Esther put on her robe and went to the kitchen to start breakfast. Sandy entered and poured a cup of coffee and went to the den to work on her essay. Jerry entered the kitchen in his suit, ready. "She began kissing me all over my face and neck. She was feeling my chest and stomach. "Oh, James, you are a very handsome man. I love the feel of your muscles. What is this?" she chuckled, feeling my penis. I was as hard as steel."Look here, Nita. I know you want to see," she said holding my penis up so Nita could look too.Nita looked and covered her mouth and gasped, "He is beautiful."Naomi said, "I told you."Nita said, "But you didn't tell me he is this beautiful."Nita reached over and felt. "Does St Trinian's practice corporal punishment, Miss Hoffman," I asked."Rarely" was the ambiguous reply.After the form-filling formalities had been completed, Miss Hoffmann led us via a rear door out onto an open paved quadrangle and through a door marked 'Billy Jean King Changing Rooms.'Lit from above by a skylight, the walls of the cavernous space were lined with dark brown wooden lockers. A few girls were changing after the lunchtime hockey practice, and out of the corner of my eye, I.