”Alexa’s brown eyes glanced at my crotch as I stood in front of her and her Bethany. It was at that point that I realized I was probably a little ...nappropriately undressed.I sat the Bourbon bottle on the table and started to head to my bedroom to slip on some jeans when Bethany asked where I was going.“Let me slip on some jeans,” I replied.“You don’t need to get dressed on our account,” Bethany shot back. “We’re strippers. We’re used to it. Roll out some smokes.”I grabbed my stash and slipped. I gather you are Robert Davies. Welsh?" Welsh origin. The family have travelled a lot over the centuries. Now, sir, What did you do with Peggy, eh?"Taken aback, Trevor became cautious. "What do mean, Mr Davies?" I mean, young man, how did you manage to turn a shy, antisocial, non-achiever into a confident, happy and studious girl? Her class marks have shot up in recent weeks, and I do not put that down to the individual teachers, much though they might like to make that assumption.You and I. ..blue." Somewhere, a man spins her around in his strong arms. Dances her tightly against him; and suddenly he is skin, warm, hard, urging at her. "Blue..." She straddles his hips, a smile as wild and rare as any blossom sketches her face in beauty; her throat rises and faints back, chin high, hair riffling; his cock buried inside her. Scratch marks fleck his body from her passions; and the head of his cock, almost painfully swollen, is dark shadowed purple as its cleaves the pink seahsell. What I saw started my cock to swell. The woman on my bedwas as small as I am large. Her hips and breast seemedout of place on her extra petite body. Her thick blondhair was worked into a heavy braid that I guessed fromthe length had never been shorn in her entire life. Herhead was turned away from the door, as I stepped in. Herleft hand was busy in her clean shaven slit. Two fingersbeing worked in so hard and fast she was causing afroth. Her right hand was busy working the beaded tip ofher.