It was all a pointless charade,Karlos was light years ahead of me. He'd had years to perfect histechnique and was well-acquainted with my delaying tac...ics.He started out tracing tiny little circles on my stockinged insteps,prompting ripples of laughter from my tightly strung diaphragm. Therewas a subtle art to tickling, a set of protocols to be followed withoutflaw or deviation. Karl had been looking forward to this moment formonths - possibly years - and nothing could be left to chance.. He picks at me, I pick at him, and we pun and joke and I think that Jamie might get a little aggravated because Dil and I both have weird senses of humor and we use words and references that Jamie doesn’t catch.But at the end of the evenings, I usually go home and leave Jamie to play the cards she can play. She says they do it. A lot.And I’ve never done it. Once.Okay, Ken’s had his hand in my pants, even to the point of jilling me off, and I’ve had his dick in my hand and I’ve given him. Use that fucking brain to come up with something creative to get only your brother in-laws and sisters’ husbands to organize Paul’s surprise party. Get busy bitch.” Vincent said.I started to answer Vincent. “Yes…..” I then realized Vincent had hung up on me without saying good bye.I had no sooner wiped my fingers with some Kleenex when Paul came back in the bedroom. “What have you and your friend got cooked up honey?” Paul asked.“Cooked up?” I asked. I could feel my hand shaking and. As she was walking, I looked at her ass as I started getting turned on. Imagining her slamming on my cock fucking shit out of me all night long, telling me kinky things. Jamie could feel someone staring as she looks back at me, a smug appears on her face as she left the library. It was almost as if she knew I was looking at her ass. What are the odds she knows? Despite her rough nature, Jamie was very intelligent. even though she didn't do shit, it doesn't mean she was dumb. Chances are she was.