Very... very pretty... I mean, well, it looksnice... the way you wear it."Valerie felt the rush from her brazen exhibitionism and realized thedisplay ...as as much for Frankie as it was for Lisa who had moved to standbeside the chair.Valerie hooked a manicured finger under each suspender strap and ran herfingertips up her thighs. "I did not ask you if they were pretty. Iknow they are. That's why I wear them. I asked you to tell me howthey're worn."Frankie looked up at her completely puzzled. . I moved my hand to his crotch and felt his raging erection."Is that what you want, baby? You want my cock inside you?" Yes, yes."He quickly slipped out of his pants and briefs, and then eased me flat on the seat. I helped him slide my panties down my legs. I trembled in anticipation of what was to come.He placed my ankles on his shoulders and teased me with his cock, rubbing it gently around my labia."Oh, please, Joe, please," I pleaded.He inserted his big, hard cock into my eager pussy. It. She had once again jerked him off the second and third day; it was better than before the accident when he often stroked himself several times a day. Afterwards she would leave and he could hear her moaning and assumed she was playing with herself. That was all he needed and he would grow hard again.Thursday morning, as Lori walked softly out of Tommy's room following yet another hand job, he spoke up."You don't have to go, I know what you're doing, I can hear you. Why don't you just stay here?. Her body craved the prolonged stimulations which always brought her to the brink of ecstasy where the morals of civilization no longer mattered, where nothing mattered except wild wonderful orgasms. There! She had finally admitted it. She was afraid of Jason Benson... but she was more afraid of doing without the sexual satisfaction the dogs gave her. There was a certain relief in admitting it to herself, Carolyn thought, but a psychologically unnerving thing to realize that a man couldn't.