“That was wonderful, John. But I hope that isn’t all,” Erin said. As her breathing slowed, I slid my knee between Erin’s legs and up to her cr...tch, gently pushing her legs apart. With my free hand, I began exploring Erin’s pussy. She was already quite wet, and I found the slit between the lips easily, and began massaging her pussy with my hand as I probed her mouth with my tongue. Erin rocked her pelvis into my hand, seeking more stimulation. I smeared the lubrication Erin was producing around. "It's bad enough that he remains hard in my presence, but now I see he wants to show off how wet he can get too."Debbie gave me a look of disgust, but then the look quickly turned to a smile. "Yes, I guess Victor is quite the exhibitionist," She told Loretta. "I never realized it before, but I see this makes him very aroused." I should say so!" Loretta agreed. "He's wetting himself! Look at that thing go!"Both girls looked at me. They stared right at it, looking at my cock as it continued to. Not that I’m an expert, but I have a friend who’s a hairdresser, I could ask?”“If you think I ought to.” She was sounding a bit criticised, though I’d done my best. Her hair wasn’t layered it just stopped, and the fringe was surely all wrong for her round face. It looked like her wretched mother cut it in three minutes flat.“Well we could just ask. I thought girls are always changing their hair?” I sat next to her, arms and thighs touching.“Other girls are.”“It wouldn’t cost anything.”Faye. I noticed her months before, just after moving into the yuppy condos, but never found a reason to say a word to her. Our building was only half a dozen floors with only four suites per floor, each suite was finished how the owner wished. Her suite, which she shared with her working husband, was styled in a more contemporary manner. It had normal sized windows, carpeting throughout and an abundance of furniture. I've noticed this all without stepping an inch into their home.Barbara Dawson was.