..... are you wearing aftershave? Did you shave, I didn't think you were old enough" she said trying to embarrass himSarah stood there laughing under ...er innocent smile, she had a short blue skirt, a white top and pumps, a real girl from next door look.Jake took her hand and as he went to pull her up the stairs, Jody grabbed hold of her other arm "Where do you think you are going?" Jody could still remember him squeezing her tit a few hours ago.Jake looked at her, his mind scrambling for words. She managed to open them. She reached inside, and found his erection. She began to stroke it enthusiastically. She knew just where and how to touch him. His own hand slipped down the front of her jeans, over the skin she kept waxed smooth, to the warm wet spot between her thighs. Andrea gasped as his fingers rubbed over her clit in tiny quick circles. They both began to breathe heavier. Ben leaned forward, and kissed Andrea passionately on the mouth.She stepped back from him. He kicked off his. I never did find out which, of course; bikes are anonymous.But I wasn't any more. Jackson Edward Carstairs walked over to the best-looking motel around and checked right in. They took his plastic deferentially and gave him the room at the end of the corridor that he requested. And the one next door, for his "friend" who'd never arrive; I wanted privacy. They also directed him to the restaurant, where he sat down to his first decent meal—not great, of course, but acceptable—since that dinner in. ‘Give her a good poke for me! Call her my Valentines Gift to you, my corrupt friend!’ My voice can hardly reach the womanishly high vocal range that his Majesty’s vocals had. Tilting my head, I look down to see a little bat has quietly landed next to my pool of carmine ink and is tonguing the puddle. ‘And give the Queen a poke I did. Just as soon as his Royal Flabbiness departed…’ I pull the sharp pin from my doublet and hold it over my little furry meal to be ‘…and her Majesty could quit.