Man he must have planted that stuff deep for it to stay in there that way. I licked it all clean , and she fell over on her side of the bed. I whisper...d , hey I smelt Vasiline...why? She said he fucked my ass in the bed room before we went into the den. Your ass? you never let anyone fuck your ass I said. Well I was horney she said. I had sat up in the bed and started to roll her over on her tummy, What do you think you are doing she asked. I said I want to fuck you in the ass too. She are you. ..Jason needs to er...erm…" She giggled nervously and blushed. "Yes, I'm afraid so. To put it bluntly, Mrs Jackson, the poor chap's in desperate need of a good wank. It's as simple as that." "I wondered why his, well, his er...Why he's always on parade, if you no what I mean. Standing to attention." "Quite." "That explains it. Whenever I help him in the bathroom, he always gets, you know – stiff. It’s so damned awkward - and embarrassing. I have to get him to stand a good two metres -. Her panties matched her nearly transparent bra. I could see her bush through the sheer crotch while the triangular patch of dark straight pubic hair overflowed from the sides of her panties. A wide wet stain was visible. She grabbed the top of her panties and slid one leg out of them. Her jeans and panties now hung limply around her left ankle. She stared at me as she swung her free leg over my lap. As she lowered herself, she grabbed my cock with her hand and guided it to her hairy opening.. "TK Lawrence and 'Letters to Alexander'!" Harm was beaming with pride.Scott escorted TK to Harm as her tears fell from her eyes. She had never intended to make this type of impact. TK let go of Scott long enough to accept a loving embrace from Harm.All those present came up to offer their congratulations for the Editor's Choice. Everyone, that is, except Tiffany who was left in the back of the room pouting. Soon after the congratulations, a photographer appeared for the obligatory photos of the.