When I looked at Casey, she was looking nervous.“Do you need them to get to sleep, or must you have them for you to sleep?” I asked.“I can’t s...eep without them,” she said softly.I pulled her in my lap. All that remained between our bare skin were her panties.I hugged her to me. After pulling it up between us, Casey soon turned around to push her tits against my chest and grind against my dick. I let her keep doing it but, I didn’t get hard.When she started trying to get her bare pussy rubbing. I was interested as she regaled her stories. She had exposed herself several times, one young guy had taken a particular interest and as it had been very quiet she had let him Cum on her pussy. Then leaning in to me Linda said, it was so erotic I had to clean his cock for him. Linda moved back to gauge my reaction, I told her that she knew that she was such a hot wife. Really she questioned. I ran through some of the compliments she had received and confirmed that it was clear to me that she. "Yeah, feels nice." Well, we remember when your penis was just a tiny, little thing, just hardly bigger than a pencil stub. I think you were, maybe, eight, maybe, seven. It was so cute." Why don't we get a look at it now, big, muscle guy? Bet it's changed. No more pencil stub," Mary Jane giggled."Yeah, how about it, Will. We've seen your muscles, let's see your man-muscle," Lauren suggested, looking right down at my crotch."Nah, you don't really want to see that. Not much to it," I answered,. At the library, I saw this large, matronly black woman named Bernadine. She was the librarian when I was there and usually seemed like an okay person. I recall forgetting my book bag in the library once near closing time and as I rushed back, she was holding it for me. That day, I had a conversation with Neil, this library guy whom I told about my books. Bernadine overheard and I told her about the books too. Since then, her behavior toward me has changed. First, she seemed eager to read my.