” “The stuff that’s coming out of the hole on the end of your weenie,” she asked, “is that the stuff that you shoot?” “No, it’s probab...y similar to what is coming out of your hole now. It’s the same stuff that you felt when you said it was wet. When I shoot my stuff it looks different, it is white and thick.” Miriam went back to closely examining my weenie as she continued to move her hand along its length.Miriam then told me, ‘I can see the stuff coming out of your hole, it looks almost like. As I stood looking at the books I felt something touch my leg near the bottom of my trousers. I looked down and saw this woman who I had seen in the other charity shops. I couldn't help notice her as she had on a nice short summer dress and tan pantyhose. I had noticed what nice legs she had. What I hadn't noticed was her follow me into this charity shop. As I looked down at her she smiled up at me and reaching out again she put her hand on my trouser leg and pulled it up slightly while. Finally, after a few months of her sticking closer to me than my sweaty nutsack, she got her wish as I made out with her during a movie that she tagged along with us to see. It was amazing to have this young girl allowing my hands and fingers to roam over her as her brother sat on the other side of her. I was hooked! Eric didn’t mind that his best friend was groping his sister’s budding breasts and rubbing her chunky legs up under her shorts. He seemed to ignore us, but she was having a. Day dreams." She shrugged, gesturing with both hands."Yes we all have them. What manner of enticing flights of fancy, does your day dreams take you on?" She reddened and stared at the carpet."I... well... lots of things." She shrugged, intertwining her fingers on her lap. You know... about life and things." Sex is it?" Sandra's face flushed even more. "Or the lack thereof, perhaps?" He spoke with a quiet demeanor, just a kind fatherly face with beautiful engaging blue eyes peering at her over.