I'll just turn on television or start yakity yakking on the phone. Like I'll just pick up the phone and dial a number and start talking. I don't even ...are who I'm talking. I don't even care if anyone is there I just start talking about Cyndy. You cant say enough about Cyndy. You cant even say her name enough. I think everyone should say it constantly: Cyndy Cyndy Cyndy If a conversation isn't about Cyndy I wont even listen. I listen about a minute. No that's too long. Maybe fifteen seconds.. I was lost for words, and could only mutter a lowly “yes” almost under my breath. Looking down she then said, “that looks impressive” raising her dark eyebrows. Almost involuntarily my dick jumped.It grew an inch or two and exposed itself even more.Next thing, Jude pushed the waist of her skirt down to the top of her lacy undies showing a nice hair trail leading its way up to her navel. BONER!My dick pulsed and squirted out a nice dollop of pre-cum onto the floor. It was now making a high arch. “No..I was in Switzerland then Athens…the American University there”, said Helen very modestly.“Ah Greece”, mused Mary, “ The Acropolis, the sun, the beaches, Delphos….Lesbos”, she continued.“Yes…yes…all of the above”, said Helen in a throaty voice. “Are you alone in your room ?”, suddenly asked Helen.“Yes I am”, answered Mary, not used to having another woman take the lead.“Let’s finish our walk and I’ll meet you there”, said Helen, “I have someone in mine”.After a rather abridged version of. They looped necklaces around their necks, pushed rings ontotheir fingers and toes, and put bracelets around their arms and legs.Some of the girls put on caps.The boys primped up their hair with ribbons and clips.The girls removed their makeup and passed the boys their handbags.The boys drenched themselves in perfume, several forced tampons up theirasses, and they quickly and expertly smothered their faces with whorishmake-up.And then, when all the boys were pretty, things suddenly began.