“Mmm. You seem to be aroused already.” “And your rubbing me is a good part of what you should do.” “Okay.” “Now, what do you think you s...ould do next?” “Um, take it out?” “Right.” So little Brigitte pulled my cock out of my boxer shorts and held it in her hand. “It feels hard, but soft, too.” “Now stroke it slowly.” She stroked my cock slowly and it got harder and larger. “Oh wow! It gets big, really fast!” “Now lick the head of my cock. That’s the helmet-shaped part on the end.” Brigitte. As we were walking along in the rapidly deepening dusk I noticed a small sign on the hotel two down from ours. It said ‘swingers night – couples only’. I glanced over at you and saw that you had read it too. Without a word we turned to walk up the driveway. The doorman smirked at us as we walked up, but was polite and suggested that we carry straight on through to the pool deck. We stopped off at the bar in the lobby for a couple of glasses of wine and then made our way out to the deck to. They WILL chant my name again!” Her eyes wonder around the room and come to rest upon a stack of mail lying on her nightstand. More to the point, she notices a Magazine, which features Pop sensation Brittany Britney on the cover. She walks over and picks up the magazine, examining the cover. “I can’t believe this Blonde Bitch has the fame and the loyal fans. She doesn’t even Rock and…” She stops herself in mid-sentence, as an idea forms in her head. A fiendish one that brings a fiendish smile. Then she took hold of my hard, stiff cock and began to move her hand up and down, jacking me through my boxers. I laid back and closed my eyes, relishing in the feeling of Rebecca working my cock. As a young kid I had jacked off numerous times and Becky had jacked me off a few times while she was alive. But since her passing, I hadn't had the desire to do anything. Now Rebecca was giving me a reason to get hard again, and I was hard as a railroad spike.Rebecca reached up and began pulling my.