It's so big..." she whispered to herself."Thank you, but it is not that big," I giggled. At eight inches long and over two inches thick, it is big, bu... it's not massive.She sat up and put both hands on my cock. I leaned back and pushed my pelvis forward, giving her full view of my erection, as she felt it twitch. Her hands are so small and slender that it did, indeed, look massive. She slowly worked her hands up and down the length, the swollen head visibly pulsing in the moonlight, and stared. “Why didn’t the rest agree?”“They didn’t hear him suggest it, but at least some of the others must have been in on it as more sets of keys were labelled than just those guys.” I showed her the bunches of keys and explained how I’d taken that as implicit permission.“What else did you take?”“Food, and that’s about it. I did take a camera kit, and a couple of films that I hadn’t seen before.”“Which ones?”I pointed them out on the shelf. “These three.”She looked at them and nodded.“Nothing. That’s completely different.”“Not really,” Christy said. “You’re lying to that girl, and love is like being drunk.”“Christy, you don’t know what you’re talking about.” Maddi started to walk away.“DON’T TALK TO ME LIKE THAT JUST BECAUSE I’M NOT AS SMART!” Christy screamed from the top of her lungs. Her rage rattled the dozens of wall frames as her cry echoed. She heaved for air as her eyes welled with tears. “I know the difference between right and wrong, and you’re both WRONG!”Maddi motioned. "But first, let me check something." Stacey closed the two steps between her, then pulled Marilyn's jeans away from her body, reached in and grabbed her dick. She gave it a few strokes, feeling it harden under her ministrations."Ooh, that's a nice one," Stacey complimented Marilyn as she pulled her hand out of her jeans. "Just making sure you're the `special' girl I'm supposed to photograph today."Aw, thanks. So what should I do now?" Go down to the bedroom. It's down the hall, second door on.