Just the sight of him turns me on , I feel electric tingles up my spine and I get all hot and wet. There is a special chemistry between us that thicke...s the air around us and you can almost taste it.He is sitting on a machine in a corner, working his biceps. His muscles are pumped and hard and the veins on his arms pop out as he performs the exercise. My breath gets heavy when I watch him and imagine how he grabs me with those strong arms.I walk over and stand close to him. I can feel the. Just the way he had looked at her last night had made her wet, and she could feel that dampness returning again now. She slid her hands under the sheets and over her naked body, down to her little hot haven between her legs. She ran a finger up her slit and realized she was dripping wet. Her pussy delighted in the attention and demanded satisfaction. Angel knew that if she thought about last night’s events any longer then she would have to get herself off. But she just couldn’t help but think. Her hands would be busy - holding books, checking her hair, waving at her innumerable friends and admirers.Today, her fists were balled, and her walk more closely resembled an angry footballer than the pert young cheerleader that she’d been just a few days earlier.The young Christian girl was horny, hungry for cock ... and not having any luck finding it.I need to fuck.The thought echoed through her mind repeatedly, even as people dodged her burly march. My body is becoming more and more perfect. "Peter, dear, there's someone here to see you," she called upstairs. Peter's face appeared at the top of the stairs after a few moments, and 'Betty' smiled up to him."Hi, Betty," Peter beamed. "Why don't you come upstairs?" All right," the Chameleon replied, following him to the attic room upstairs. As he stepped inside the room's confines, he folded his hands behind his back in a casual pose. Peter shut the door behind him, and then stood in front of the person he thought was Betty."What.