Like I’ve seen in mags many times, and which usually is enough to make me spunk my pants. It’s at times like these – very rare though they are �...� that I literally forget where I am, as I’m totally mesmerised by the girlie-goddess who’s showing Her loveliness in my full view. As a compulsive masturbator and girl-worshipper I have no control in situations like these, when I’m seeing what I normally only see in my mags. A wanker can’t choose when he sees what he needs to see – it can only happen by. Right as she was about to climax, Alec looked up again and asked, “What do you say?” There was a nearly inaudible beep as she moaned “Oh…yes…Please make me cum!” Alec quickly brought her to an orgasm. She squealed and moaned as she humped his face. She recovered quickly this time, and was able to sit up a couple seconds later. “Now its time for you to get dressed, young lady,” Alec said playfully. He scooped Diana up into his arms and carried her to what he assumed to be her closet. But when. She sat and sipped her wine and waited for Ben to arrive. Ben arrived moments later, looking as smart as ever in a dark grey suit and blue shirt and tie. He stood next to Belle and handed over a small brown envelope, it's always best to get the formalities out the way and Ben never held back about that. He ordered a round of drinks and they chatted for a while about general things. How Ben's work was going? Whether he was getting to old to settle down. He was only thirty-two but all his mates. God knows I could use help with algebra, so it wasn't a lie. Charlie, you stop smiling!Defense: Did he agree?Miss Diddlins: Charlie is not slow.Defense: So you made some kind of arrangement?Miss Diddlins: My folks are home a lot, so we arranged to meet at Charlie's house, because we would have the house to ourselves, like I told that ugly person over there.Defense: Let the record show that Miss Diddlins is referring to the prosecutor.Prosecution: I object!Judge: And well you may, but it won't.