"Jersey. It's a jersey. Or a sweater."I sat up. I scowled. "You have your hands on my girls, and you want toargue about what it's called?"He shrugged... "I like your girls." Mmmm," I'd say."You have the most delicious bumps in my jersey," he said."So you admit that the jersey fits me better?" I said."Yes....oh, yes."I would rub his chest. I'd grip his penis. I'd tell him to touch meright in the penalty box."Say it. Say, I want you to wear the jersey forever." Uhhh.." Come on, Terry. Say it and. He had a well-built body, and he was strong.Sumathi always had a thing for lean and able-bodied men. By the looks of the vegetable vendor, she was sure to be surprised by what he could accomplish when given a free run of her body. She decided to seduce this vegetable vendor to explore what was in store.She decided to take her sweet time conveying what she wanted before all the action. The vegetable vendor, a decent guy, had never shown any perverted intentions until now. Also, Sumathi had been. The inability to coherently organize the worldaround me. I lost track of time, almost floating as I sank deeper intothe couch. When I looked up, I was shocked by what I saw.A woman walked out of the hallway towards me. Her skin pale like milk,her hair a deep silky brown. She wore only panties and a bra that pushedher large breasts together and failed to completely cover her areola. Herpanties clung to her sex. You could see the form of her vaginaaccentuated by the fabric. She looked at me,. After almost a half-hour, Carol and Margarita emerged from the bedroom. The young girl had showered and a bit of Carol's makeup had been applied, and there was a little beret in her hair. She looked quite lovely -- but younger than ever."I'm looking forward to this long story of yours," Carol said. "Starting with how you showed up here with a teen-aged Mexican girl wearing nothing -- and I mean nothing -- but a skirt and blouse!" I have no secrets from you," I told her, meaning it. "But, like.