I had brought Lady G a small bag from Hustler's that had a few pairs of thigh highs, and some other lingerie I picked up earlier. She stepped into the...bathroom to change and he and I sparked a little weed. I had told him she thought he and I were friends. He knew of her, but had never fucked her. We got high. Good weed. Rip your fucking mind away, weed. I paid him. She came out of the bathroom in thigh highs and a black sheer body suit. She was wet. I could smell her. My cock was getting hard. He grabbed her small waist and was amazed at how he could almost touch his fingers together around her. Never had he been with someone so small! He began to just push and pull her on and off his cock with just his hands around her waist, Sarah's cries almost deafening. He felt his cum begin to boil up the shaft of his dick and decided to slow his pace and enjoy Sarah's tight bum. He stopped and held himself inside, and reached under her and groped at her cone shaped puffy tits, twisting and. The wince that followed told Carla something else.“First time for wine, too?”Ana nodded. “Except for church, yeah.”“So many things for you to sample.”Barely skipping a beat, she then asked, “So – you don’t like the taste of wine … have you ever tasted another girl?”Ana’s eyes grew wide. “You don’t mean kissing, do you?”“Kissing? Yes,” Carla laughed, “but not right here” then touched her lips and cheek.Ana followed her tentative sip of wine with a full swallow “Uhh – no,” and giggled. I'm leaning heavily toward only one retry. The main reason for that is that Mark is a wimp. Sorry darling, but you are. For this pipeline idea to work, we have to eliminate girls rapidly. I'm thinking of halving the number after each date. I figure we might have three hundred girls who'd be..." THREE HUNDRED! Surely you exaggerate? I really can't see that many. There are only forty or fifty that turn up to our lunches, and I'm sure many of them don't want to be my girlfriend. Most of them would.