It's beautiful. Could I see it again?"She smiled wryly. "Why, thank you. It is, and no doubt it will do its job on Saturday night. But you can't see i...," she continued. "It's locked up in my mother's jewel safe and I won't be allowed near it until Saturday." Surely every girl dreams of a coming-out gift like that. The others must be green with envy." Such a fuss over a bit of squashed carbon. I would swap it for a decent dress without batting an eyelid. Go on, guess what it's worth," she. One night, we had been playing with different people. There were more men than women, which is normal. I was having fun but had not cum yet and noticed a few others had not either. There was one room with porn playing and a few guys were sitting around stroking their cocks hoping one of the women would come upstairs for another round. After about 20 minutes everyone got up to leave. I stood in the room, enjoying the porn and stroking my cock when one of the guys came back in the room. He came. The wine for the night was a nice Australian shiraz. Oneof my tasks is to keep her wine glass full. That is a task I attend to carefullybecause the more she drinks, the hornier she gets. I opened the wine around 7 p.m. and poured her a glass. I started bakingthe potatoes around then, because they take about an hour to cook. Between7 and 8, I refilled her glass twice and took the avocado dip and crackers toher in her bedroom. (Her bedroom is the master bedroom of the house. It islarge and has. Cleavage and topless pics, raised skirt and knicker-show pics have made me cum in my pants just looking – specially when girls see me ogling my mags. Every straight guy likes the way girls look, 1000s of girls pose nude and they know blokes wank on them. But for me just the sight of sex-dressed girls sends signals to my knob which make it spunk all by itself. Sure I need to fiddle with it sometimes, and there always has to be a bit of pressure on it, otherwise it’s quite painful when it spunks..