?I think our little girl here is into some kinky shit. That is called a chastity belt. It's meant to keep her greedy little fingers from playing wit... herself. And it's not vibrating. I'll bet she's got a vibrator stuck up her twat, though,? said Mandy. The girls gasped at her language, and she laughed. ?What? How is that worse than this???You mean, she can't masturbate with that on?? asked Susan.?Nope. No fingers, no nothin'.??Oh my God, that's hilarious! She masturbates all the time! . To my knowledge I have never seen that woman again. I never got her phone number. We never went out to dinner. I never charmed her pants off then went down on one knee. We never walked down the aisle together. But in its own little way that brief snapshot of London life determined my future, because someone was watching. Later that day I met up with the gang at a cellar bar near London Bridge. Don’t ask me the name of the bar because I’ve forgotten it, but I haven’t forgotten how we used to. ‘But they are nothing,’ he said as his hands dropped slowly to trace a trail over her flat stomach and down to the short soft hair between her legs, ‘Compared to your delicious pussy.’ His fingers ghosted over her clit and then drifted with barely a touch across the lips beginning to swell in response to the blood collecting below her waist. ‘Are you ready to be fucked yet, Baby?’ he asked. ‘Is that the best you’ve got?’ she teased, ‘Because I’m still thinking about cleaning the kitchen.’ The. I took off my clothes and climbed on top of him. Nice cock, he said, taking me in his hand. When I was fully hard he pulled me close, ground his cock against me and pulled me into a kiss. We made out like crazy for a few minutes, and soon I felt something liquid between us. I don’t have much precum, but it was pouring out of him, and I moved down to lick it off his cock and where it had dripped on his stomach. God, his cock was big. Not much longer than mine but much bigger around. He rolled.