??Can I be a man? Can I take what she's giving out??"Remember, Millard" Portia's sweet voice came through, "Be a man, show no reaction."? Portia raise... the strop yet again...oh, that razor strop! Made of high quality leather and fine weave linen finish, it could find its target in such a thwack!?Portia's father was an old fashioned barber--and he'd used this strap for thirty years before Portia had introduced it to me!?"Wait, wait, Millard." Portia said casually. She separated my legs and. "Uh, fine," she answered remembering her alibi. "Party go ok last night?" It was a blowout," Jenny quipped. "Well I need a shower, see you in a bit."Patricia was taken back by her daughter's smart remark. She watched as Jenny walked to the bathroom and closed the door behind her. Turning to look in at her son she leaned against the doorframe. For a few minutes she just stared and Jason watched her through the tiny sliver of his open lids. "How long is she going to stand there?" he thought. Damn this is what girls feel and it’s awesome. He came up and kissed me with force and eagerness. We were French kissing now. My little cock was leaking in my panties. His hand went higher up my skirt again. He got oh so close to my panties as he stroked softly, gently with sweet touches’ . He kissed my ear as I sighed. He took my hand and placed it on his hard cock. He looked me in the eyes, “Danielle. You are so pretty and sexy. I want you. I want you now. I want you more &. He looked like he might have been in his forties. he was about six feet tall with black hair, but he had some grey sprinkled throughout. His skin was tan, but not too dark, and he had beautiful brown eyes. His face looked like it was clean shaven earlier in the day, but now he had short dark stubble. "Gracias. Buenas noches," I said to him as I opened my door. He brushed past me and entered my room and closed my door. "No," I told him, knowing that this was a universal word that he would.