"I'm so glad to hear that Wes. Let's see... I bet I know what would turn you on even more. I'm going to do a little strip tease, just for you!" Oh, my..." Wes wiped the perspiration from his forehead with a monogrammed handkerchief. "I-I'd really like that!"Brandy stood directly in front of the couch where Wes was sitting. She reached out and pushed him back, placing a pillow behind his head. "You might as well be comfortable," she cooed. "This is your own private little strip, Wes, and I want. Joel only had one real friend, Sam who was the same age only a bit bigger in size than Joel with dark hair, and as Anne said, quite nice looking. Sam would often stop over at Anne's when Joel was there. One thing Anne had noticed was that after they had stopped over, her dirty panties in the wash basket would have sperm stains in them. Anne thought it was quite cute that they were wanking into her panties and would often leave some on top of the dirty washing for them to find.It was Saturday. Since it was lunch and I was by myself, the bar seemed to be the best spot. I ordered a turkey burger and a beer and this gorgeous woman sparked up a conversation. From that day I made it a point to stop in at least once a week, either on my lunch break or after work, when Danielle was working. Since then we had shared many secrets, including our same-sex desires. It was scary, but when we opened up to each other, it was a huge relief to find out she was not only ok with me being bisexual, but. As he approached her from behind he took in her long, slim legs, and spotted the hint of lace at the top of what must have been stockings. A rush of desire coursed through him and he stopped to compose himself. She was tall, and perfectly proportioned: not a stick insect like most of the women who had come here this weekend with their rich husbands. She looked sporty, though, because every inch of those legs and the arms he had spotted earlier were muscular without being chunky. As he rounded.