Jenny was stronger than he was. Much stronger."This never fails. It's a guaranteed method of getting a limp noodle to stand up." Hey! What're you doin... to me???" Stimulating your prostate, guy. Here, this will relax your sphincter so I can get a finger all the way up inside you."She had pressed at the base of his spine, and all the tension drained out of him. He felt himself being entered... and sure enough, his noodle was no longer limp.He managed another two orgasms that night. That prostate. You are what every man wants. I said but I'm not every man's I'm yours. I managed to change the subject by telling him I felt uncomfortable talking about this. A couple of days later Barry came home from work and asked me if I felt like going to the mall. I asked for what? He said he just felt like looking around, and that he wanted me to wear my tennis skirt. Before I objected he said I want you to show off your beautiful tan. Well I changed into my white tennis skirt and my pail yellow golf. ."Benny followed Catherines car through the suburbs. She reached her finaldestination close to eleven. She parked her car on the driveway to her suburbanhome and stepped out of the car, grabbed her groceries and headed for the frontdoor. Benny sat in the car for a brief moment, thinking as he watched her enterher home. A moment passed and the living room light turned on. Thehome was nice and welcoming and the atmospere had somewhat of a mysterious vibetonight, Catherine looked at herself in. Do you have anything I could do to earn some money?" She asked. My mind went straight to the gutter."Maybe...how much do you need?" I asked with a smirk. "Come in"She came right in and started looking around. "Nice place" as she plopped herself on the sofa. "Thanks" I can't stop staring at her long, skinny legs and thinking about holding them open and being the first one to ever tongue-fucking that warm, pink pussy. I felt a familiar stirring in my loins. I think to myself "I better get a grip.