Big, Fat and Jolly, would have been apt to describe him, with the addition of sleazy, vile, and obnoxious, added to complete, though my additions were...more emotional, than descriptive.I could smell his body odor, he stank, and I wondered when he last washed, retching when I thought about his genitals, something admittedly young girls should not be thinking like that, but this whole meeting tonight in th pub, was about me sleeping at his place and having sex with his nephew, he knew that and my. She recalled one lazy afternoon a few weeks ago, the two of them sunbathing on a little wooden dock with the desolate, rocky coast on one side and the quiet, blue Mediterranean on the other, and not another living soul in sight. She was listening, fascinated, as Natasha told her how men craved sex, how they thought about it all the time, how you could hold a man's prick in your hand and stroke it until it exploded all over..."Really, Tasha, I think you're exaggerating," she had said, not. "That's not what I meant. It's just that he thinks you were good for Dom; that the two of you were good for each other." "I can't help it if he's in a slump," Lani said almost harshly. She knew, though. She'd been following the team and had seen the goals, tracked the goals-against average. Dom was definitely slipping compared to earlier in the season. Even knowing it wasn't her fault—that she couldn't stop the pucks getting through—she felt guilty. Just like with Jason. "I know." Dee perched. "Yes, you are, I can feel your hand and cock on me!" she delightfully teased. I struggled to control myself as her nubile body wriggled up me, bringing me close to the edge.I struggled to comprehend her ability to know and feel me down below. "I'm not masturbating," I declared with another hard swallow, as I bring my hands up and place them on each of her shoulders. "It's you," my voice croaking as another wave of pleasure flushed over me."Me?" she smiles. "How can it be? Look," and with that.