Bang in the centre of the page, a video was beginning to buffer. Her eyes flickered all over the screen and her mouth dropped in shock as she stared a... the massive hung dicks in front of her. For the first time in her life, Lucy was starting to get horny, not because she had to, but because she wanted to. She felt the butterflies in her belly as the video continued to buffer, she placed her fingers on her neck to brush away her soft blonde hair then ran her fingertips softly across her neck and. I say dude because it seemed like every other word out of his mouth was ‘dude!” Of course, it wasn’t all ‘dude’. It was ‘duder’ and ‘dudemeister’ and ‘dudarino’ and even once, when we passed a convertible with four young women in it, ‘dudettes’.We were barely outside of town when he turned west onto 126 and headed for the coast. We met up with the 101 between Oxnard and Ventura and headed north again. I was surprised when he lit up a joint there in the car. He explained that he got ‘killer. It was a plush and rather expensive suite with plenty of room, deliberately so; after all she could afford to splash out and treat herself. She set about unpacking her overnight case before taking a shower and dressing for dinner.By seven-thirty Siobhan was sitting in the bar waiting slightly anxiously for her date as she scanned the menu. A date — was that the correct term, Siobhan wondered, it felt more like a business arrangement than a date. She ordered a glass of wine to settle her nerves. She was wearing a black and white dress and putting earrings in. “Wash up will you love?” she jerked her chin at the sink. “I’m late for a meeting with the girls.” I nodded and she left, picking up her handbag on the way out and slamming the door in her hurry. I sat and listened to the silence for a while then I got up and did the dishes. When I was finished, I turned to look at the calendar. It read ‘WI Becky’ in big thick pencil. Becky was Rebecca Patterson, and she lived on Chapel Lane. I.