” She took off the armor and stood in some sort of long-line sports bra. “It’s a Cheata Trotter athletic bra. There’s an engineered combinatio... of underneath smoothing garment with the armor. I can get up to Tactical Level II without looking terrible, and IIA if I accept some bumpiness. Let’s keep going, though.” She put one foot on a chair. Very plain black patent, with what probably was a four-inch heel and an ankle strap that somehow was different than a come-fuck-me (CFM) shoe.”“Do I guess. Simone is watching very closely as I slip my hand inside his jeans and pull out his almost erect cock.I am stroking his cock and tongue kissing him from behind and I am aware of Simone’s hands all over his torso.“Wow, you are hung and thick, I can hardly get my hand around your cock,” Simone groans as she takes his cock in her hands.“And I want it.”“Enjoy baby, this is for you,” I whisper to my man as Simone still fully dressed has his erection in her hands while I flaunt my naked body for both. But life bit them in the ass, too, now and then. One such occasion was when Sam heard a rumor that she was a lesbian. It stemmed from the fact that she never went out on dates with boys. She took it in stride, though, and the very next weekend she went out with a guy she was in the model rocketing club with. She was the one who asked him out, and she told him exactly why she was doing it. He was a wallflower and, rather than feeling used, he thanked her for doing it. They went to the local. He slid the feather lightly down her legs and slid it slowly across the souls of her feet before moving up and gliding the feather across the lips of her haven. Joanne’s hips writhed and tried to hump the feather even more as Jim slowly rolled her over and whispered into her ear that there was more to come. He then took some strawberry scented oil and poured some onto Joanne’s back and slowly massaged the oil into her back and neck. Jim continued to massage down Joanne’s back and then started.