Jenkins face went dead serious as he stared at Gretchen. Then without a word he unzipped his fly and pulled his prick from it. Picking up Karen's smal... hand, her pressed it into his sex, rubbing it all over his swelling cock-flesh."Are you girls really willing to do anything?" he smiled.Karen was too startled to move. Her reaction, under normal circumstances, would have been to pull her hand away from him. But these weren't normal circumstances and she didn't pull her hand away. Instead she. .. won't they meet tonight? he thought? was that my imagination? nothing will happen? These thoughts were torturing him.In the sketch I have drawn, readers will see a red spot outside the house. That is where he stands on a chair to look inside his father's room.He did it four times till 1 AM but he found nothing! He was restless and by 2.30 of the early morning from his bed he heard a door being closed in the corridor. ( watch the sketch)He hurried to go out. He opened his room's door very. I watch your hands moving over my skin and the contrast of our complexions, the contrast of your brawn and my femininity turns me on. Everything about you turns me on. Circling your tongue slowly up and down my body from my nipples to my navel, concentrating on making sure that no inch of my velvety skin is overlooked, lingering over my hips squeezing my waist, massaging down my spine to the curvature of my ass and slapping my shapely posterior sharply. I inhaled audibly exhaling your name. I really liked hearing her say that. I pumped harder and faster until I squirted my juices into her. I kept pounding long after I ran out....wanting to deposit every ounce into her.I pulled out and collapsed sweaty next to her. Becca rolled over to face me and we kissed a little. She was running her hand over my heaving chest. Then she was running her fingers over my tip. I liked how she didn't get grossed out by bodily fluids. She cleaned my tip off and sucked her fingers. I told her I found.