I asked Bruce if he'd ever seen a girls pussy, or if he'd ever seen anybody fucking before. Bruce told me that he had caught his mom and dad doing it... but still he didn't have a very good idea what a pussy looked like either.I can't remember all of the details, but Bruce and I compared cocks. We were both turned on and had boners, at the time we were probably only about four inches long. My cock stood almost straight up, and Bruce's angled forward at a 45 degree angle. I remember thinking. ."I blurrily reached the conclusion that this was fun. I set down my coffee in a careful, quick motion, and as rapidly as possible, I rose and had just brought the kimono closed when she reached 'five' and popped her eyes open again."Ah, you're up. Good," she grinned. And at that, she raced from the room.Really, a very effective way to get me up, I reflected. In more ways than one, too -- glancing down at the ill-concealed cylinder attached at an awkward angle to my pelvis. Re-collecting my. "How can I help, Sir?" I'd like another coffee, please and a Frappuccino for my girlfriend." Certainly," she replied and half-turned to leave. She looked back, balanced for flight and asked softly, "Do you treat all of the women you know like that?"I was about to make a denial but reality reared its head and I paused. The truth was that with the exception of my mother I 'did' treat all of the women I knew like that. My lips were suddenly dry and I had to lick them before I could answer."Only. She needs reassuring.”“Sure thing,” said Brad. His cock was fully hard again, thanks to the girl on the screen, who was now enthusiastically ramming her whole fist in and out of her cunt. He got up, still stroking his dick, walked over to Alison, and very efficiently sprayed half a dozen spurts of cum onto her face.“There,” said Claire reassuringly. Now you look like a proper fucker again. Do you want me to take a picture?”“No, I’ll just look here.” Alison walked slowly over to Claire’s.