“The lady downstairs said it’s one of their most popular items.”“What is it? What is it?” Megan excitedly asked, ripping apart the package. ...hen, “A hair brush. God, it’s been so long since I’ve had a hair brush. I can’t remember the last time I actually brushed my hair instead of just using my fingers to straighten it out some.”Then I heard her say in a disappointed voice, “But I don’t think I can brush my hair with these tubes in both arms.”Then Megan looked at me.“John, I ... I hate to ask. She had never been kissed by a boy who kissed the way Randy Ferris did. No boy had ever made her feel that way!Her young pussy began to tingle, and she could feel the wetness as her cunt juices began to flow and puddle in her panties. Her heart beat wildly, and she found it hard to get enough air in her lungs. She was suddenly afraid... afraid of the sensations in her body. All she could think of was the pictures in the magazine... the naked man who had Randy's face and body, and what he was. I took a last look from the bedroom doorway and then headed to the kitchen.Wendy handed me a cup of coffee when I walked into the kitchen.“Wow!” I said. “I wasn’t expecting this. Thank you.”“I thought I’d try to extend your birthday a little.”“You’re sweet, Wendy. I need to make coffee for the other women in my life, okay?”“Can I help? I’ve got the knack of this new machine down pretty well.” In fact, she was making better coffee with the fancy espresso maker than I was.“Wendy, you know how. Mike said, “I would like to strip you.” Em’s nipples tried to break out of her bra. “Oh god!” she said. He stripped her slowly. First he undid her sun dress and took it off over her head. Then he unclipped her bra and slipped it off. He bit her nipples. Then he slipped her tiny string off her hips and down her legs. He nuzzled her naked mound and briefly licked her pussy. Em kicked off her low-heel sandals. Mike pulled her string off over her feet. He said, “Lie down on the couch, on your.