I’m putty in your hands. Simply thinking about it has me heating up, my tits swelling in anticipation. Braless - damn things confine - my nipples sh...w through my tee shirt. Lifting my arms I slip my shoulder length auburn locks into a ponytail - your preferred hairstyle. You have a thing about sporty innocence. I know this because through the holes in your floor (my ceiling) I can hear you talk. I hear other things too. Like last night when you beat yourself off. All I can say is amazing. I. "You're probably thinking of John Smith," he said, pulling a name out of his butt. "He works the Omaha line and I seem to remember him saying he was one of your patients."Adrial thought this over for a second and then nodded. "I think maybe that was the name," he said. "How is John doing?" Couldn't be better," Ken said."Good, good," Adrial said, happy. "I know how important having a clean bill of health is to you pilots. Did I ever tell you I'm a pilot myself?"Only about fifteen times, Ken. Suddenly Leslie, who I thought was sound asleep, whispered,“Come here.”I slipped on to the bed and under the sheets and covers, pressing my naked body up against hers. She hummed her approval.“How was the beach?” Leslie asked.“It was great,” I whispered, kissing her bare shoulder.“Did you guys have fun?” Leslie asked.“Yes,” I replied, planting another light kiss on Leslie’s bare shoulder.The door to the bathroom opened and Becky emerged, shrouded in a towel. She stepped into the space between. .." As she spoke her hand snaked under the sheets and firmly tookhold of his cock. She squeezed it with a giggle and proclaimed, "Oh my ithas gotten rather minuscule hasn't it!"The more she caressed his penis the more aware he became he wasn'tfeeling the faintest glimmer of arousal, fear snaked up through him likean electric shock. "Oh don't be distressed, it's not the size thatmatters they say!"What had they done to his fucking cock, was all he could silently andblindly consider as she.