That may sound like a simple parameter but for a few reasons, it's less clear. I recall as a c***d being magnetized to the colour sales junk mail deli...ered to the house weekly. Pictures of women in underwear fascinated me and I even collected a few of my favorite cut outs. I even recall making a paper bra to try on. That didn't go too well I don't think. My next step was peeking at my mums underwear drawers for things that looked like the ones in the pamphlets. Again, this didn't go so well.. Her breathing intensified and she once again nodded yes.I was enjoying this. Just as she had done to me a few minutes ago, now it was my turn to have her hanging by a thread. Her juices were flowing and her clit was swollen and pink with blood. I believe blowing a bit of warm air onto it would have been enough to send her over the edge.“So tell me: would you like to cum, Emily?”I began to finger fuck her, slowly at first, then increasingly fast at each thrust. She exhaled and whispered. "Gee, so apparently, there's something he loves MORE than the idea of getting to crawl between Melinda's pretty legs, ISN'T THERE?"Buffy had to be brutal. This girl was so self centered that she couldn't see what anybody else wanted.Buffy pressed on. "And we both know what he loves more than the chance to fuck you, Melinda ... don't we? He loves FOOTBALL more than that! And THAT'S why he let me into his life, Melinda, because I'll give him something with no strings attached. I'll give him. Ken says to me "Get me hard and I'll fuck her again". As sucking cock is about all I can do now, I went for it. Play his game. Mine will come.So I hit the bathroom, wet a wash rag and clean Ken of the assorted residue. I end up kneeling on the floor with waist bent and my torso flat between Kens legs. Kind of surprised he is not hard yet. Stacy is taunting me a bit about getting him ready for her.It did not take Ken long, not more than a few minutes of head buffing did the trick."Take that.