He opened the door. He was slightly more attractive than in the picture, but that wasn't saying much. Maybe I didn't want to do this after all.He just...stared at me, his jaw hanging open.“Hi...?”' I said.He didn't reply.“I'm, um... I'm here for the standee.”“'The... uh... the what?”“The cardboard thing... remember, we texted...”“'I thought... I thought... uh... you were really....?”'I could feel myself getting more aroused. He was fairly repulsive, but I could see in his eyes that he was. “Now I want to ask all the ladies if there are any questions that they would like to ask me; any questions about what these two ladies were doing, how they were doing it. They seem to be enjoying themselves and I think that if they continue they will certainly have an orgasm. What do you think? Anyone.” Jill’s friend was holding on to Jill for all her life, her entire body was shivering because of her frustration; being so close to cumming and then having to stop; this was the second time that. I pulled my head back to watch her face as that wave of pleasure passed over it and her eyes rolled back. I moved a little faster and came myself for the second time in less than an hour. That was some kind of record for me, especially at my age.We both fell back on the bed, drained, and just lay there for a few minutes before we said anything. Finally, when I had caught my breath I said, "Wow, that was awesome."Karen leaned up and over me and gave me a kiss as her bare breast skimmed my chest. “I don’t even know you.” “Isn’t a friend just a...” “...Stranger that you haven’t met yet,” she joined in and finished with me. “One of my mom’s favorite sayings. Not sure I want to hang with a guy that agrees with my mom on anything.” “I do have a curse of being especially good with mom. Now fathers…” I frowned, comically. “It can go either way.” She gave me a small laugh. It was a start. She was twirling loose strands of her wavy hair around her fingers. The rest of her copper-colored hair.