"Do I look nice?"She was wearing the pleated mini and, while it had come up a bit as she twirled, it wasn't nearly enough for me to see anything. She ...id look nice though. "Absolutely gorgeous." I finally got a chance to see her legs up close and they were fine looking, though a little thin. "Your legs are lovely. You should show them off every chance you get."She blushed again: "Thank you, sir."She grabbed a bowl of cereal and we left the house to go to work. I didn't see her that day, but she. She seemed taken by one guy who was much younger than both of us but boasted a 9" cock. I told her not to get too carried away as most men suffered the disability of being unable to to read a tape measure correctly and she would find that he was a lot smaller. She had the perfect answer, so she thought.'It's simple,meet him, look at his cock, take a photo and send it to me. If he seems nice we meet up' How do you ask a man you have never seen before to let me take a photo ofhis stiff. That’s feels soooo great. Ah, harder.” Now one of her hands was on the back of my head, smashing it even further into her chest, the other had slid under her shorts and she began to furiously thumb her clit.Then, suddenly, she shoved me back onto the couch and she stood up. I took this opportunity to remove my shirt. I didn’t have the perfect body, but I wasn’t overweight. All my years of playing ultimate sculpted me powerful legs and pecs. I had just a slight six-pack starting to show through.. He looked at the mess but did nothing about it because one of his hands was soon very busy finding its way down between Shona Grig’s legs. Shona involuntarily opened her legs out to aid that search. That action was rewarded with the sensual feel of Jamahl’s fingers pushing through her thick pubic hair to find the top of her clitoris. Those fingers were soon dancing around all over that clitoris as well as down and along the girl’s inner and outer pussy lips. Jamahl had not asked permission to.