I really loved provoking people, photographing hot girls as though I was fucking them in my mind. I had done several photographic sessions with naked ...irls- every type from a bodybuilder to an exotic dancer. Never touching them but just directing them on how to model for me, how to pose. At the end of these sessions, they all craved to have my erect penis pressed against them. They were turned on and wanted to have their brains fucked out. I had been inside the burlesque houses in New York and. A naked man stood there. He was holding a clipboard. It was the guy in the office where I book myself in."Hello" I greeted him."Sorry for disturbing you but I wonder if you would sign our petition." Yes of course. What is it about?"The clipboard wasn't really the most unusual thing about him. It was his cock. It was enormous and hung down almost to his knees. And this was him in a flaccid state. I had to drag my eyes up from his cock to his face. A small smile is playing around his lips. Chris. I had worn the shortest skirt I had taken. It ended a few inches above my knees. His hand was just above my knee and I knew it would be moving up in a second or two. I didn't care. I wanted to kiss him more. He slowly slide his hand up, he stopped suddenly and jerked his hand back out of the skirt once when I moved. I was only getting more comfortable. Which he must have realized because his hand was soon back. After a minute or two of slowly moving up he touched my panties, I noticed that his. She was huge. I tried not to stammer, but I think I did anyway. I learned her name was Janet and she had transferred here from UCLA after the woman's basketball coach had tried for two years to recruit her onto the team. Janet told me she hated basketball and that she was at UCLA to learn, nothing more. Apparently the coach didn't take no for an answer real well and resorted to harassing Janet, which precipitated her transfer. After the initial getting-to-know-each-other-stage, Janet and I hit.