What’s that? These women are nickel and diming me to death. I give them a ready built house to move into. All they have to do is pick paint, decorat...ons, and furniture. Is that good enough? Noooo, They have to have a large stone fireplace with a ginormous wood mantle. Plus, they’re talking about adding another room or two.”“Huh, you ain’t seen nothing yet,” Ben said. “Remember that tantrum your mom threw when you told her about Carly?”“Yeah.”“It cost me $8,000 in dinnerware. One year she cost. I can adjust just how high I want my boobs to point, how much enticing bounce I want, and how much side-boob I want to show. Soft cotton fabric cuddles my puffies nice and snug, showing off my big nipples, especially when they get hard. The shorts are a nice clingy flannel material with a tight abdomen but nice baggy leg openings and easy access up each thigh to my wet-spot generator. I love them because the crotch molds my pussy lips giving me a very eye catching camel toe when I pull them up. "I could give you a ride home if you wanted. I mean, I'd have to go get my car from my apartment, but it's only a few blocks away." Once again, the desire to help her overcame him, but there was more to it with this encounter. He craved the conversation they'd shared, the kind he hadn't found so purely with anyone else."Oh no. Thank you, but it's alright. I don't mind waiting for Doug to get off. Don't inconvenience yourself." The words rang quite similar to the last time he had offered.His. ..rolled it slowly upward...and clicked it, right over her clitoris—sending an electric thrill through her loins. Then He did it again...and then over and over again, as he rearranged the chart on the screen in front of Him.Jenny was trying desperately not to whimper or moan, even as each successive roll and click of the mouse made her want to writhe on the desk and beg out loud for release. She suddenly thought: How nice of Him, a mouse for my pussy—and had to bite down hard on her lower lip.