I spoke each night with Cheriand the conversations always lasted at least 45 minutes! She was curiousabout what I was wearing so I always gave her the...details, right down tothe panties, but I also demanded she tell me the same. On Thursday nightshe called just as I was getting ready for bed, I described my blackpeignoir that I was wearing and I could tell by the heavy breathing thatshe liked what I was saying! She asked me to lay back on my bed and totake out my favorite vibrator while were. Still, she was finding out that getting a female wingman and going out on a double date was even more pleasurable than her contracted partner. On her last adventure, she had gained a female friend for life and two gentlemen who were definitely not gentlemen when it came to doing it. That was just fine with her because she liked it that way without asking for it because she didn’t want to expose the depths of her depravity when it came to carnal experiences.Today was a good example of her. "You," Sarah said somewhat cryptically. "Which bit?" "Do you really want me to answer that?" "Yes." "I could make us both blush again if I answer." "Make me blush. I want to know." "I'd like to see your panties Katie. That's um...if you're wearing any?" "I'm wearing some...for now at least." "So, tights off?" Sarah asked, daring me a second time to remove them. I stared into Sarah's eyes for what seemed like an eternity as I weighed up just how daring I was prepared to be. I'd been. Mason cautiously began to reach out, and after what felt like eternity his fingers were almost touching that thick, 6” cock. This is it, Mason thought. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt this nervous and excited all at once. But before Mason could quite reach, the door to the toilet suddenly opened and Mason felt a fear rush over him. Without thinking, Mason whipped his throbbing cock back inside his pants and darted back towards the door, where a slightly older man had just entered and.