The phone call wasn’t as easy as Mr. Schmidt thought it was. But Brittany had the same lunch period as he did. He waited until she left the line and...went to a table of girls.“Brittany?”“Yes.” She set down her tray and started unloading it. She was one of those girls that were too fussy to eat off the dishes on the tray.“I know this is late, and I’m sorry, but would you be my date for the dance Saturday?”“Why, thank you, Andy. I would be honored.” That was a lot more formal than he’d expected.. "I don't want a girl, I want you! But, maybe youcould be my little sissy?" What do you mean," I asked. "Finish your dinner, and I'll show you,"he replied. Soon we were done with the dishes in the sink, and withoutanother word, he lead me to the living room."Now, Mike," he began, "I have been thinking of this night now for amonth, and I want to know if you are willing to go along with my littlefantasy. I think I can make a few small changes, to what I wasplanning, and that will make us both be. After a few searches I found some free sites and perused the videos. Most of them I found repulsive, and backed out within a few seconds. But some of them I found very hot. Mostly it was under the category MILF or young and old. The sight of these young men pleasuring women my age was a real turn on. I knew that this stuff went on, but would I get involved? Probably not, I had built a comfortable life with Paul and I wouldn't do anything to put that at risk. Initially I started to masturbate in. Then she leaned foreword and kissed Paul, there bodies instantly dissolved into one pile of horny flesh, they were lashing about getting his clothing off, feeling each other and kissing. Touching and groping, Kari wanted his cock in her so bad, she had to have him. It seemed as if only seconds passed before Paul had his pants around his ankles, Kari was in awe at is cock at it was the first one she had really looked at. It was very stiff and had purple veins that were sticking up, yet it felt.