“Well, if you’re not pretty, the boys don’t want to have anything to do with you, if you’re average looking, you don’t have any girlfriends ...r boyfriends and if you are pretty, the boys all expect you to put out on the first day, and the other pretty girls don’t like you and call you a slut or something because you put out...”“Since you obviously fit in the third category, explain that pretty girl problem again?” I said moving over closer to her.“OK, I’ll try. What you just did, moving closer.. She leaned back on the pillows and smiled, and even her innocent blue eye was heavy-lidded and inviting. Her brown eye looked at him smokily, warm and clouded with passion. She moved over, giving him room. ‘Come to bed, Geoff,’ she breathed. ‘Come touch me.’ The old soldier, who had faced bullets and bombs and boobytraps without flinching, realized that his old hands were shaking – and not from age. He turned off the light, leaving the room dimly lit from the streetlamps outside, and slid. She would candidly tell them what we were doing, and if i was performing for her in my naked way of jerking off and hunching my hips right in front of her, she would sometimes text a pic of me to whoever she was talking too. i actually loved that and would put extra effort into my posing and jerking for them. This was a fantasy come true for me, jerking in ecxtasy for several women watching my every move. This time the phone call was her mother who rarely called, but who Wren loved, and told. They were both there. Grooming each other as Martha and I had done. When they were done, I felt that I should make a little speech to coordinate things."Girls, we will be going down for breakfast shortly. This will be our first time meeting the family, and their guests. I shouldn't have to remind you to be on your best behavior. Remember to think feminine at all times. You've been doing wonderfully. Keep it up. Remember to smile at all times. ALL times. I don't want to see any sour expressions..