He did it again. Ben let his penis do what it wanted for a couple of minutes. It wanted to be long, thick, and very hard, and on its own it got a good...start on that condition. But Ben wasn’t seventeen, or even thirty-seven, any more. It was longer and thicker, to be sure, than it was when he woke up, but it certainly wasn’t as big or as hard as the eight inch length of titanium that it had been when he was young. “Well, no matter, a little help is nothing to be ashamed of,” Ben thought as he. Not one of the popular kids at school by any means, and it wasn't unusual for me to be home on a Friday night. Not that I never did anything' I did have friends, and sometimes we'd catch a movie or tool around in my friend Russ's car' but sometimes I'd stay home just for the hell of it. Well, truth be told, there usually was a reason to stay in. Her name was Karen Wojnowski.You see, my mother was bit paranoid. We lived out in the hills, in a remote location, and she was always afraid of someone. .”Moaning she told me about how after everyone went to bed, she put her sexiest dress on in the bathroom only using a flashlight pointed at the ceiling. She wore this amazing red dress, went midway down her thighs, my favorite red thong, some pasties to cover her always amazingly erect nipples, and no make up yet. This dress was amazing, it had a slight shimmer to it, not glitter or sequins, but some shiny thread... It wasn’t entirely low cut, but only had one inch wide shoulder strap, and the. Trevor!" I moan as you nibble on my throat, all the while moving us closer to the bedroom. Your hand moves around to the front of the inside of my jeans. You laugh when you fell how wet and excited I am. Your hand just barely grazes my wet pussy, teasing me, as it passes by to unbutton my jeans. I groan in frustration, as my hungry pussy cries out for your huge cock. You tisk at me, saying, "Ah, my Jodi. So wet and ready….. such a naughty slut. ... What am I going to do with you?," with.