” He glanced at the computer. “Does she have a boyfriend?” “Not really. She likes Matt McDonald but he’s a senior.” “Oh,” he replied f...atly. “Is she looking for a boyfriend or wanting just to date people?” He took another briefly look at the computer monitor and clicked a button on the keyboard. Chelsea began to shift her weight from one foot to the other. She was starting to get chilled and a little concerned about the reason for the questions. “She doesn't want a boyfriend until the college. “Mmm that’s my baby boy. Now imagine what it will look like when more hair grows up my pelvis and stomach to my belly button.”“I know that is going to be incredible. I don’t want you to shave on your groin area either. I want you to let the hair grow down the inside of your thigh too. Your butt crack better not be shaved either.”“Of course baby. Anything you want, I’ll do. Now that you’ve brought my attention to it and especially after you told me how much you love hair, I love it too. I’m. It came up again in the red light district, as the boys cruised the streets, trying to hide their sexual curiosity. And then again, at the youth hostel bar, where Jarred was chatting up a couple of cute Australian backpackers."It's just like a tampon," said the blond backpacker, "I'd totally do it. But we're going to morocco next. No more of this shitty European soap bar." Up the ass is different," Rory persisted, "chicks are different. You have built-in pockets."The brunette giggled but the. I kneaded her tortured breasts in my hands, tracing the purple, taut skin then grabbing hold of her nipples and twisting them. She fucked herself on my cock with increasing speed, panting hard as an orgasm built up in her, but I would not let her have the satisfaction so soon. With some effort, I extricated myself from her grip and, to her groaning dismay, slipped my cock out of her. "Not yet, my pet. You're going to have to earn your orgasm." With that I placed her stiletto shoes back.