She refused to let me touch or dip my fingers in what I was sure to be a tight, sweet, juicy pussy. Just rubbing her clit from outside the panties to...get her off was all she allowed.Frustrated, I stooped to the low of looking up her ex-boyfriend Bill to see what magical ideas he might have to help me out. He was an old friend of mine and their breakup was a mutual idea so the conversation was not as bad as it could have been if the guy was a complete stranger. Even at that, it was still. This is about as far as I thought it would go... maybe if she were to sleep with me for money... but I had never thought it through. She'd just be a prostitute if she did that. A whore. I didn't want to think of her that way."That's not what I meant, but..." I tried to get my thoughts together. "I think you are too nice for me to think of you that way!"She smiled at me. "You really are sweet, aren't you." She looked at me. "Jim, I like you, but I can't cheat on Henry," she took a breath. "You. ”“Did you really? Does he have a cock as large as those girls are whispering about.”“Carol, I knew before he arrived with Belle and Reina, that Josey has a huge cock. My cousin from down in Mississippi knows him personally and she sent me some photos of him fucking her mom. His cock is so large, I doubt any of us could get it inside our pussy, if he did ask us to fuck him.”“You said you had your hands on him. Didn’t you try? I think I would beg him to fuck me, if I knew I’d never get caught.”“I. They all snickered when I walkedpast, no surprise there, which is why I preferred to stand in the cornerand watch them through the mirrors.They couldn't see me. They were too busy focusing on their dancing.Yes, it was a little creepy. But you telling me that if you saw hot,nubile young women grooving away, you wouldn't stop and stare? You cancall me a voy-you-er, but you would look too It's why the NBA and NFLhave cheerleaders. Ain't nobody giving them shit for that.Besides, sometimes it was a.