Before I could respond, she said, “Race you to the top!” and pushed me and started running up the stairs.Of course, I could keep up with her. I’... about 6’3 and fair, because my ancestry is Iranian. I’m muscular and fit thanks to the boxing and karate training I had as a teen, and hairy due to the same reason.I took of behind her, and was sure I could overtake her, when I realized that I had a fantastic view of her ass. She was wearing some jeans, and her as was well framed out in them, and I. "I don't know. You would have to ask him."Michael got up and whispered into Feya's ear what he and Cynthia had just talked about.She turned and looked at Cynthia. "Humans have the ability to repair this kind of damage?"Cynthia nodded. "Yes, we do. It was perfected just two years ago so it is still a pretty new procedure. But from what I understand they can cause the brain to re-grow and repair damaged areas."Feya thought for several moments. "Cynthia, the girls were going back to your. Sex could wait for later. Tom quickly finished washing himself, dried off and headed to the living room to find out what was going on.Tom found his Aunt Jane sitting on the edge of the couch in a small, silk robe. It's hem was so short that even when she stood, it barely reached below her curvy bottom. And when sitting, it tended to reveal more than it actually concealed. Tom could only imagine that the garment was designed to be worn with panties, and thus only moderately scandalous. But his. It’s my first time with a girl! Her soft hand, gently strokes my shaft, tickles my balls, ruffles my pubic hair and slides under me between my legs. My penis is bending up so its lust swollen deep pink head is pointing up almost vertical.“Is that an erection?” Brenda asks. I grunt with the sex pleasure of her hand. “Is that because you want to fuck me?”“Yeah!” Is all I can grunt.Brenda steps back from me. Standing wide legged she takes off her necktie and tosses it aside. Next she slowly.