Spread the lips apart. They like to see inside. To penetrate with their eyes what they can’t with their cocks. You’re all shiny and wet. You get o...f on this?’ ‘Yeah,’ I said, which is not normally a word I use, but seemed appropriate. ‘Yeah,’ my voice guttural. ‘I get off on this.’ ‘You can touch yourself if you want, but I wouldn’t come yet. You’re going to need your energy. What size shoes you wear, about an 8?’ Tracing a light circle around my clit, I replied, ‘Yes.’ Weasel Sam hit a buzzer. Loving Hands, eh! Well, maybe that name meant more than I thought. Maybe there was something in that goop that was causing women to get all friendly like. Tomorrow, I was going to do a little investigating.Over the next couple of days, I carefully talked to a bunch of the guys who were using the goop to clean up after work. Every one of them said the same thing. Their love lives had picked up 500 percent, and they were enjoying the benefits. I asked them if they knew why, and none of them. Fucking Kate with her fingers slowly at first, and then progressing faster and harder until I can hear the wet sounds of her hand sliding in and out of Kate’s wetness. Now my cock is fully awake again and standing at attention. I stand up and walk over to the girls. Circling them like prey. The smell of sex in the air is making me harder than before. I can’t wait to shove my hard cock into both of their sopping wet pussies. The questions is which one first. Well that question didn’t last. "I could never do such a thing. I never have even talked to a black, there are none in my town. Not only that, but what would my parents say, and my boyfriend back home, something like this would kill him. What kind of girl do you think I am?" You're a good girl," Mr Albright said. "But I have had plenty of girls over the years sleep with old Bobby to make the cheer squad. Old Bobby is a 44 year old black man who has what it takes to not only please young white girls like you, but one time with.