This man before her knew how to work her mind, body, and spirit though his intellect in ways nobody ever could and he was very much a threat. A threat...indeed, but it was not unwanted in the least – in fact it was desired. ‘Why are you standing over there, girl?’ he asked with a knowing voice as he leaned back on the couch. She pulled her finger from her red lips and folded her hands infront of her trying to regain her composure to answer. There was a slight pause and then she replied with a coy. She was mindful of her weight, trying to maintain a delicate balance between the strength and power needed to play a defensive position, and an appearance that didn’t exaggerate her size. At 180 centimetres (70 3/4”), and 77 kilograms (169lbs), she was a big girl.Size ran in the family. Her father was 190 cm and 105 kg, almost exactly his playing weight when he retired with Vancouver’s NHL team. Her mother was within a centimetre of Kirsten’s height, but slimmer at 62 kg. Fitness was a way of. "You are so, so naughty, Mr. Smith! But I don't mind. It kind of tickles a little. Hey, wait ... it feels good. Really good!"My cock was so engorged and hot I thought it might burst. I reached down to rearrange it."You want to show me what's in your underpants, too?" Allie said with a smile. "You do! Wow! You really do!" she chortled. "I guess it's only fair, since I've let you play with me, you should let me play with you! I've always been curious what men look like."I pulled away from her and. Helen folded the dress and placed it on the table.Diane ordered, "Your knickers as well."Helen again followed Diane’s instructions pushing down her knickers and stepping out of them. She placed them on top of the dress.With Helen now naked Diane shuffled around and pulled her dress right up her thighs. She liked the idea of having the naked Helen across her bare thighs.Helen saw Diane pull her dress right up leaving her thighs bare. The thought of lying across her bare thighs sent more flutters.