" It's fine," said Bellingham, a little too loudly. "Though I'm frankly astonished that she would want to spend this night in the company of a bunch o... old fuddy-duddies, instead of the alternative."Two other men approached, and stood by Bellingham's elbow. Bob knew them both. One was his immediate supervisor, Dr Ronald Charles, Dean of the Language Arts program at Compton, and the other was his chess buddy, Lindsey Parks. Both of them looked at Kendra rather than Bob."Bob's not a fuddy-duddy,". That meant long spells of no sex, with masturbation as the only release - and frankly, I just didn't enjoy my palm as much as I had when I was a teenager endlessly proving my virility to myself.After aching minutes of coaxing enough pee out of my bladder to start the flow of release, I stepped into the shower and let the hot spray finish waking me. By the time I'd shaved, brushed, gargled and clothed myself, a good 15 minutes must have passed. I was functional. Not fully awake or alert but. " Fair enough." I got the tape measure, and wrapped it around Samantha's chest. "Damn, I should have stuck a better bargain. You're 36 and three quarters." No way. I'm not that big!" You're probably swollen from excitement. I know I am. I still had my fingertips on the girl's tits from where I held the tape measure, but now I was sliding them across her exposed flesh. Before either of us knew it, I had a good handful of each tit, and had copped a niece feel.Samantha jumped back, "Hey! No. Let's call her Demi. I asked Demi what she was looking for and she said "a little fun". Now I wasn't naive. I know nothing is free. We agreed on a price. After a few pix I confirmed she wasn't a cop. I left work and met her at her place. She was a BBW with the sexiest little girl voice ever. That was already a turn on for me. As I walked in she grabbed my hand and led me into her bedroom. She sat me down and I pulled out a condom from my pocket. She started to undress me but I was nervous. So.