I could plainly seethe dark thatch of hair between her legs and it surelooked good to me.“Sorry, Ted, but I just had to take a pee. You knowhow ... am with beer.” She grinned and said, “Why youdevil! What are you thinking about?”That’s when I realized that she was looking at my dickand I was getting a hard-on! I tried to cover myselfwith my towel, but Donna grabbed the towel, tossed itto the floor and grabbed hold of my dick.“Ooh, nice,” she said as she. . I'm fine, Bobby ... I've missed you! Are you going to meet me for a lunchtime pint, then! I thought The Crown..." ... Okay! Do you want me to pick you up: I'm insured to drive Mum's car?" ... All right, Bobby ... come round when you're ready!"We could have walked to the pub from home, but it was quite cold out. It only took me a couple of minutes to make the familiar journey to Aimie's house, which was only three streets away. As I pulled up outside she stuck her head out of her bedroom. "Look at all that cum! It's coating her ass. Oh god, wouldn't that feel great to have that all over my butt. It looks so good! I'd love to lick and eat it off her ass!" Every time Jessica brought herself off to the porn on her TV, she was growing more and more depraved. She had not always been this nasty, and most of these ideas would have disgusted her not too long ago. It had all started as she had been sitting at a bar with her girl friend Grace one Friday happy hour. They were talking about. They were straining the fabric of her yoga pants so badly that I thought she was going to split a mile-wide seam in them.I made her keep doing the squats for about ten minutes, till she was good and hot, and then I gave her a break. "Stop!" I yelled, and she stopped on a dime. Then I walked her over to a yoga mat and made her get down and do twenty minutes of floor exercises. I had her doing everything I could think of: lunges, pushups, leg raises, toe touches, crunches, and more, and I didn't.