There's nothing wrong with it. If I'm wrong then I'll never bring it up again."I stood there for a second, doing my best to look him in the eyes but f...nding them wanting to look down again at his cock which seemed to be getting harder."Fine, you're right. I was looking at it. I've never really seen one other than in porn so I guess I was curious." Curious about what? What it looked like? Felt like?" Both I guess." Go ahead then. You can touch it. I promise it won't bite you."I stood there for. "What I want is for you to teach me how to be a slut," Brittany said."Like me?" Rachel asked."No, not like you," Brittany responded. "I can't be a slut in front of everyone. Teach me how to be one so that no one knows. Please." It's a lot harder," Rachel said. "Jeff explained to me that if I was a slut in private, but acted all prim and proper in public, people would still think that I was a slut, but they would think I was a hypocrite. He called it 'embracing my inner slut'." Isn't there a way. In a way, he was right. Over the last couple of months, she had gone online, and to some shops- picking things out for the trip. The first little baggy she picked out was fairly tame. Handing him the bag, she heads into the bathroom to change into something she hopes he will appreciate. When she opens the door, she finds him stripped down to his boxer briefs and dress shirt, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking a little lost, holding the baggy. Pausing at the doorway, striking a pose, she. Her body responded just the way I knew it would even though her words spoke other wise. “Jerry, I’ll never get this done with you here distracting me.” I licked again over the excited nub and her body quivered as her arms surrounded my neck pulling me closer. “I’m sorry Bren, I can’t help it. You are just way too tempting. I’ll just be here if you need me,” I said as I gazed into her eyes. She leaned back to finish wetting the long lush waves of hair I loved to wrap into my fingers. She stood.