Would like to be....to be your guy," Chrissie finallymanaged to stammer. She wasn't happy about saying it but if Terri found out that she hadupset La...rie no telling what would happen. So biting the bullet shesaid what she knew Laurie wanted to hear. Chrissie was still afraidthat things were progressing way too fast. She wasn't so sure thattheir next date might reveal something to Laurie that she was not readyto expose. Her artificial penis looked real but the close inspectionthat Laurie. Does it smell good? I was fucked last night and this morning, Father and I haven’t washed. My cunt smells of the rotting sperms, Father. I can smell it from up here. The fucking dirty stuff that was squirted up there last night and the night before and the night before that! Smells fucking gorgeous!Ooooh, Father Michael! Lick me out! Lick that fucking smelly dirtbox clean! Ooh you’ve found my clit, my nubbin, my hooded lady, my clam, it’s big Father, it’s fucking erect just like your cock, lick. “That would be nice,” she said. She was, she thought, using the future imperfect tense. Silvio smiled again, brightly, and said, “Would you like it by the fire? The massage?” “Yes,” said Em. “That would be lovely.” He set up quickly, plumping up the mattress on the bed and opening some jars of massage oil, then said, “Take off your robe and lie face down on the massage bed. You’ve had massages before?” Em took off the robe and placed it neatly on an arm of the sofa, then moved to the. One late afternoon down by the lake I seen a little convertible sports car with a couple girls, looked like froom the local college, drive by slow and could tell they were checking me out. A few minutes later they came back the other way and waved, so I waved back. The next time they came back the other direction and yelled out "NICE PANTIES!" I shouted back "you've seen mine, show me yours." They disappeard around the curve in the road. I grinned wondering if I'd see them again. I.