"Oh, that's pretty deep," I said with mock seriousness. "What chapter are you on?" Tiling. Appropriate, don't you think?" Very. I'm impressed. Crammin... for an exam, are you?" Nope, just doing some prep work before class." Is this how you spend your evenings, getting ready for a 'hands on' experience?" Hands on, huh," she giggled. "Why Nolan, I think you might be having some naughty thoughts." Can you blame me?" I blurted ... almost immediately regretting my confession."Well, what do you know,. They both went for a bikini wax, but they wanted a complete hair removal. I wanted to watch but the girl doing it wouldn’t let me. After that they wanted a manicure, a pedicure, and to get their hair styled.It was getting on toward dinnertime so I took them to Red Lobster. After that they would still have an hour to change and greet their guests.There was no doubt in their minds that it would not stop at just flashing. They thoroughly intended in getting completely naked and to let all nine of. "He knew his friend was correct."But I love Megan," he had replied in all seriousness!"I know you do! Everyone can see that! But I'm just saying that you and Megan are...well, 'mismatched!' She needs a young man in her life; not some old guy, like you, even if you do love her!"He was perfectly well aware of the truth of what his friend was saying. Megan really did need a man much more HER age, rather than his! And yet, when it had come to face that fact, and to release her, he couldn't do it,. It was a command.His look told her he would say anything now. Yes, yes, yes. I want tobe your pretty girl.She was down on him now, her nipples rubbing his, sliding across hischest, her pussy working his satin-encased cock.Ask me, baby. Beg me. Now, she said. Her tongue now on his lips.Please. Yes, please. Let me be your pretty girl.She looked at him, raised an eyebrow, a question in her eyes.God, Pamela. I'm begging you. Let me be your pretty girl. Make meyour pretty girl. His voice.