I never asked him anything, just answered and stared at his amazing cock. He was always naked, legs open, and would casually massage his penis and ret...act his foreskin while talking to me calmly. Always just calmly playing with his penis, letting it grow little by little and sliding the foreskin back like a pro. I would sit across from him on the top bench in awe just mesmerized. His penis looked like what I wanted mine to look like when I got older. It was almost like he knew this and was. Dressed as Jessica Rabbit, who I don’t think is a Disney princess, but who the fuck cares. Dressed in black thigh highs and I think five inch pumps, I looked at her and was weak at the knees.Miranda had been local weather girl since she was eighteen, back in 1988. She was famous for her long legs which were always, and I mean always, in pantyhose, which was pretty common in the eighties, but was incredibly rare in 2011. Like my Mother, she was a constant focus of my stroke sessions.Distracted. "The police didn't say who, just that they had someone." I talked to Dawn for a little," Janey said. "She's my cousin, so they let us see her. She won't talk much about what happened; just that she's ever so grateful someone came. She says they were going to kill her, so there'd be no evidence."I gagged, suddenly faint. "Shit." Could there really be people that stupid?Janey looked me up and down. "Dawn's a freshman, going out for cheerleader. She and I are friends. Particular friends. Like I. Below deck, corresponding frequencies hum through newly wired circuitry. Something that I'd rather not say aloud is glowing without even being touched.Geez, why doesn't it feel like this whenever I try it? Sure, I've teased them, played with them. Porn says I'm not a real woman if I don't. But after all the 'so what?' blah-ness from those experiments, I concluded nipples were strictly ornamental. Maybe even vestigial.She's always ribbed me about being a virgin. Is she taking it upon herself to.