She loved the feeling of the fabric as it ran across her milk chocolate nipples and the way her thighs would rub together and create friction on her c...it. She was the type to tempt men when she decided to ride the train. She liked to stand up against men and let her round ass rub against their dicks. She loved the feeling of them grinding deep into her as they traveled from one end of the city to the other. She’ll never forget this last train ride the other day though. She was wearing a teal. " You already tried that." For real this time. So how long are you planning on staying up?"He glanced over at her, and realized that she still had her arm around him, which put her face about a foot away from his own. He turned away again. It wasn't that she wasn't nice to look at, or that he had any problem being that close to her. In fact, it was quite pleasant. But he couldn't get that image of her out of his head."I don't know," he replied. "Maybe till midnight. I've never been up that late. " Derek thought for a moment. "All of them?" "Yes, all of them. They will be placed in our vault," Auntie Candy nodded. "Are we in agreement, then?" "Yes," Derek said as firmly as he could manage. "Good," Auntie Candy said. "There is, however, a little formality first." "Oh? What's that?" wondered Derek. Auntie Candy smiled her cool smile. "The reason you are here. Your erectile dysfunction. I want you to take out your cock," she said in a perfectly matter-of-fact tone. "Now." Excuse me?" Derek. Still in our early thirties, we have settled back and areenjoying the fruits of our labor (and good fortune!).Joan is a devoted shopper, and has very good taste, and occasionally, ifshe is in the right mood, she will use some of our seemingly limitlessfunds to get me something 'pretty,' sometimes even something reallysexy. While she let me know she doesn't mind me enjoying the feel of mylingerie whenever I want, she also made it clear, in no uncertain terms,that she is not a lesbian.Things.