" His voice was sodden with sleep, but desperate.Both of them were Type A personalities; both loathed the idea of letting someone else give excuses fo... them. They couldn't stand not going out if called. He'd called in once for Clarissa, four years before, when she'd been pregnant. In the end it hadn't helped, but that wasn't from Peter's lack of trying.Now she struggled over his body and groped for the phone as it chimed a third time."Clarissa Douglas," she said evenly. The voice that answered. She loved its size: big on his small frame, and with the promise of a lot more growing to do.Lydia stared onwards, hands over her mouth but eyes unwavering. “Oh my god.”Once Vegas had his pants off, one hand unconsciously slid up his leg to brush it. That sensation jolted through him, so intense he flinched back from it. He caught up with reality and realised he was naked. His thighs squeezed together and his hands went to his lap, but he couldn’t control a hard-on like that. He gasped for. I remember it like it was yesterday - I met a girl named Valerie who was two years younger than me at a fraternity party in 1998. We went back to my apartment and started hooking up like crazy. I think it took about 5 minutes for us both to get down to our underwear. So when I took off her panties and she spread her legs there unfurled (really there's no better word than that to describe it) the most beautiful, thick, red-lipped vagina splayed over a traditional (read: hairy) triangle of auburn. Did you like watching me by my pool?” “Ummm…yes ma’am,” was all he could reply.“Did you like the way I played with myself; fingering my pussy for you?” “Ummm…yes ma’am…” there was a short pause before he looked back up at me, “did you just say ‘for you’?” The look in his eyes was hopefulness that he had heard me correctly. “Well of course Kody, you had never seen me masturbate by my pool before that, had you? And surely you noticed that I had turned my lounger around specifically so you could.