He grabbed my hand and brought it down to his crotch. He was still dressed, but he had me squeeze. I felt so nasty and slutty. It was great. Then he p...lled my briefs off. The camera came back out. I retaliated and unfastened his belt and trousers and stripped him. This is when things got out of hand.He put my hand on his hard cock and told me what I was going to do. "First you're going to squeeze it and run your hands over it." By now his shirt was off and we were both a poil. He was pinching. My girlfriend is Hetty Grant, a Computer Science grad student at the samecollege. Hetty is a wiz at programming, a genius engineer, and a bit of aworkaholic. We're really nothing alike other than our shared abhorrenceof forced social situations. She has been working on a couple artificialintelligence projects, but her pet side-project is an alternate realitysimulator. She often bullies me into playing the guinea pig for herartificial worlds and providing feedback. After today's session. I love hating it!"Oh Lisa baby, please don't stop there, please!" I begged."Peter, the night is very young. Besides, I want you to fuck me good and hard tonight and I want you like a rock" as she said this, she gave me a couple of final strokes, which made me twitch some more, but that was all."Do you mean it?" While Lisa never broke promises, nor reneged on a deal, this was neither. She had become very cleaver at leading me to believe one thing and then explaining how it was that I'd. Not that I had anything against Stacey. God knows she was easy on the eyes. Hell, she was drop dead gorgeous and almost as good looking as Charlotte. The problem was an age difference. I was forty-one and Charlotte and Stacey were both thirty.The age difference was never a factor between Charlotte and I (and I never understood why) but when I was around Stacey or any of Char's other friends I felt way out of place. No common interests and no common experiences so conversation was difficult and.