Within minutes she had a message in her inbox from Ben. He was indeed tall, 6'2 if she had to guess. He was lean but not thin with just enough muscle ...howing under a fitted t-shirt. His dark brown hair was tousled, and his brown eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled at the camera. A neatly trimmed beard didn't hide high cheekbones and a sharp jawline. He'd seemed equally impressed by her photos. You're gorgeous, Callie. Thank you. Not so bad yourself They'd chatted a bit more before Ben. It's not like I don't know how to relieve my throbbing cunt." I noticed that her voice had taken on a husky tone and she seemed to be relishing saying the dirty words as she displayed herself before us. One hand crept down and parted the swollen lips and a finger began to tease her clit. As she played with herself, she continued speaking, "I'm not really masturbating myself like you two, I'm just showing you both that I am capable of playing with my own dripping pussy, just like a common slut.". Sighing, I grabbed a change of clothes from the washing line and made my way back over to Mr Lewis's place. Mr Lewis was very understanding of my situation and even offered to call the locksmith while I showered. He got me a fresh towel and a fresh bar of soap and everything. After I'd showered, I walked out bare-foot into Mr Lewis's living room, still troweling my hair dry. "The locksmith may be a few hours, Tracey. You're welcome to wait here." He said to me I thanked him kindly, and he. It goes back to Cindy--Denise told you about her--and her brother Roger and when they began college. They were taking an elective ed class and their randomly assigned project involved the Naked in School Program, which at that point had been all but killed off by that time. So even though there no longer was an NiS Program to work with, the prof wouldn’t budge in changing the assignment. Their project was supposed to involve designing class curricula for kids participating in the NiS Program,.