She reached down and touched it. “I keep it shaved because Jake likes it that way.” she said. She pointed to a picture on the coffee table. It was...picture of a young man. Tall, handsome, and muscular. Nothing like me. “That’s Jake” she said. “I’m sure you two will meet soon enough”.My hand was on my dick. She walked over to me with the baby oil in hand. “Well it’s not very big but it fits in your hand quite nicely doesn’t it?” She reached out with her own hand and gave it a few strokes. “Now. Yet, her finger had begun to unconsciously caress the deep massage button again. Suddenly, the powerful jets came rushing back to life, and her hips shot forward as her trivia-laden mind screamed 'pleasure endorphins cancel pain!' She writhed on the powerful jet as the frantic bubbles rippled through her labia and pummeled her clit. Then her hands found her nipples, and she was no longer able to suppress her moans of ecstasy as her whole body began to vibrate, her orgasm building at an. Just somewhere along the line, it became something more. One important detail I should mention is that Spencer had a hard life. His mother, an alcoholic, didn’t know who his father was. More often than not, after dinner I’d hear a knock on my door. It was always Spencer, scared to sleep at home with his drunken mother. He’d come up to my bedroom and crawl into my bed with me, and we’d talk all night. My parents loved Spencer, and always let him sleep over. As we got older, I don’t think they. She was considering purchasing a larger home and using one or two rooms for her business rather than maintaining a separate office space. Although Shalane did not live in the immediate area, the company for which Prissy managed a branch office was one of her clients. Shalane tried to visit her clients at least once a year, and for the first time had agreed to stay with Prissy instead of going to a local hotel. Her visits were usually one or two nights, which gave her an opportunity to see a.