>hornylady>is your friend good looking? >Soccer Steve>oh yes, she's a hottie. >hornylady>that will help. >Soccer Steve>:o) >hornylady>r u going to sho... me that monster tonight? >Soccer Steve>I think I can accommodate u there. >hornylady>yay! >Soccer Steve>I'll turn on the cam if u show me urs >hornylady>It's a deal"Can I watch you wank for her?" Julie asked as she sat watching the exchange on the screen."If you lick the cum from my hand," Steve said, thinking that this might drive her off so. “You sure you’re not gay?” Mel asked on the way home.“Why would you ask that?”“All those pretty bodies and no chubby,” she smirked. “Though if you were, I suppose Simon would have created one.”Simon was good looking, almost pretty, with a muscled body, though not thickly muscled. His attention to me made it clear his preference.“I have a girlfriend,” I reminded her.“For a teenager, you have remarkable restraint.”I shrugged. I did enjoy the view, especially her, but I think it had to do with. Cindy suggested that since they were old friends it would be nice to switch partners and let Don sit with her while Greg sat with Bette."There's no fun," she chuckled, "in seeing a show like this with your own husband."Bette looked at Don and was surprised in a way to see the look of eagerness on his face as he looked at the luscious Cindy. What the hell, she thought, what was sauce for the goose was pretty tasty. Besides the sudden memory of how Greg's half hard cock had felt more then. My libido won, I found myself walking around the bed like an automaton and then climbing on to lay on my back beside her, arms and legs straight down and staring anxiously at the ceiling. She leaned over and kissed me long and passionately, making me very conscious of our nakedness with the warm sensation of her skin on mine all the way down my body before she leaned away to rest on one elbow and gaze down at me again.'All right?' I nodded and licked my lips. 'Yes.'She smiled and reached over.