The floor was the same hard-wearing, sedge green carpet as in all the other rooms, but she had hidden most of it artfully underneath a rug. Her underw...ar—in all of its wild variety of fabric, colour and cut—was folded neatly and obsessively into the drawer by her bed. And here and there, on square black ceramic dishes, she had trios of little tealight candles from Ikea, which filled the room with dessert-like smells of raspberry and vanilla.Little wonder, then, that we spent so many of our. ‘Hmm, I don’t know. It’s been awhile since I’ve measured it.’ Avril looked down at her flaccid member. ‘Can I?’ ‘Be my guest.’ Kiera stood up and searched went into the bathroom. She return a moment later with a fabric tape measure and sat down in front of Avril. A slender hand wrapped around the blondes’ member testing its’ weight. ‘So heavy.’ The British brunette was getting a little glassy eyed as she drank in its’ form. ‘Kiera!’ Natalie shouted. Not because she wasn’t measuring Avril’s. I was too drunk to be embarrassed. I saw her looking at my dick. She saw me see her looking at my dick. I raised my eyebrows slightly while kind of hunching my shoulders in a kind of question: well? I saw her shudder just a bit, then her head tilted slightly forward. I had my answer.I reached out and took her hand. I slowly pulled her towards the stairs leading to the living quarters in the house, through the dancers, the drunken sots weaving to a music of their own, past the bat cave, uh,. “Please come in, I’m sorry, the train from DC was late, you are my only appointment this afternoon, we won’t cut your session short, may I get you a glass or water,” she said. I stared, did I mention her eyes were deep brown, lashes black and long, a straight nose, kissing lips with a pinkish lipstick. Her cheeks were blush with just a hint of gloss. “You can put your roses over there”, Belinda pointed to a short end table, “Is this your first time?” That was the dreaded question, I was a.