Do you shave your pussy?" She said she couldn't quit laughing. He listened to her, and told her, "My Mom said when I grow hair on my dick, she's gonna...teach me how to fuck her." She asked him if he had any, yet. He told her, "If I had any, I would be inside fucking her. Right now she's teaching me to eat pussy." Ellen said that she never asked any more questions. She said he cane out and watched her sunbathe 2 or 3 times a week. She got used to it, and he never did anything but look at her.". She moaned aloud, it was so -huge-. He reached up for her blouse, his hands desperately urgent, and she moaned into his mouth in welcome. He fiddled with her buttons for a few moments, then with a dangerous growl gripped firmly and -ripped- and she didn’t care as her blouse’s buttons popped off and the material tore and he ripped her bra open. She moaned again, writhing, shivering her shoulders, wanting her breasts free, her nipples little guttering flames, hard as stone. He rammed her torn bra. I notice a wet patch on the chair arm. I pull her close and kiss her neck. She returns my kisses. I feel the crotch of her panties. It is soaked. I can tell that my erection is likely to return. “Much as I want to, I don’t even have my toothbrush with me,” says Jen as she sees my cock begin to rise. “Yes Jen,” I reply, “you know you are welcome to come back anytime.” “Thanks. By the way, did you ever find out about your mysterious phone number?” she replies. I answer, by saying to her, “Not. "So... what does Angie feel about it?"Eric just shrugged."Started opening the sherry-bottle in the afternoon. Now she starts in the morning." And what about you, Eric?"He shook his head."Me? I just think I'm a busted flush... Except..." Yes?"That fourth pint was going down pretty steadily, and it was getting to the moment when men start to exchange confidences. Eric looked at me properly for the first time."Do you mind if I tell you something? A bit personal, that is? Actually very personal...".