I tried not to laugh, because it really was turning me on, and I could tell Shellie was trying not to laugh. Having problems? Shellie asked after a f...w moments. NO! Lauren snapped at her. OK, well Ill be right back, Shellie left the living room and headed into her own bedroom. Lauren then whispered to me, again on the verge of tears, What wrong? Am I not sexy enough? Now I felt bad. Here this hot virgin was, trying to lose her virginity to me and I couldnt get hard. No, its not that. I just. Reluctantly, I sat up and attempted to regain my senses. Looking down between my legs, I smiled with a sense of pride, my clit sat swollen, visibly twitching between my pussy lips and thighs glistened, covered by my juices. I’d no time to wash, so decided to hope mom or Andi didn’t notice or maybe, I hoped they would.Standing, thighs week as I moved to my wardrobe. Fortunately, I’d long since decided what I’d wear. I pulled on a pink thong and black mini-skirt, which mom had previously referred. .. these are powerful and effective signals. Indeed, my wife failed to mention the regularity with which Tony and Greg would comment on as well as specifically order her to wear girdles. In fact, one thing Greg would often write on my wife's belly, just above her girdle, was: "Only whores and prostitutes wear girdles!" Then he would make her sign her name below the words, as if it were her own declaration (which, I suppose. unconsciously it was). It is a common entry in her diary.Perhaps it was. I got to spend four and half hours with four older white women. I loved it. Most of the women were rich, and probably in their early 30's to early 50's, and some of them were sexy too. I used to love watching them bend down to pick up their golf balls and stuff. The funny thing was that most of them didn't even like the game, and played it just 'cause their husbands did. I was always a perfect gentleman when I was out with the ladies. It wasn't just that I wanted bigger tips; I wanted them to.