Are they doing something to Heather. Please god, I have to get out of this. This is crazy...This can't be happening!For some reason my nipples were gr...wing hard. I heard one of the girls moan as the nipple began growing...actually lengthening in her mouth! I had a terrible feeling...a moment of arousal...and then it occurred to me that... my god, she thinks she's turning me on!Suddenly, the reality of what was happening here sent a wave of fear through me. What would other people think of me!. I entered her bedroom and lay on the bed, resting on my side, my head cradled in my left hand, Dee followed me in and stood in front of me.One thing I learned from our conversations was how she liked to watch a man stroke his cock. I lowered my pants and boxers below my knees, and began to play with my expanding dick.Dee was wearing a plaid, pleated skirt that ended about four inches above her knees. She had on thigh highs, but over them she was wearing knee high gym socks and tennis shoes. A. He could only stand in place in that horrible high heel as the deviceslowly clicked its way back up again. He could not help himself fromcounting the rings until the fifth and last one passed inside. Then thepause followed by the quick withdrawal."Fun, isn't it?" she gloated. "Count the strokes," she commanded."I'll be back soon and you had better have the count correct. If not,we'll just start over." Oh God!" he thought as he neared the one hundredth stroke. Shereturned and stopped the. She was gone to California and remarried. The bedroom darkened, leaving Ben alone with his cock hard in his hand.Just as Ben was despairing, young Ms. Marley glided in on a sofa, and soon her whole living room joined her. She sat in her red dress, the wreath tossed carelessly on the other side of the sofa. Ben looked her over, admiring her bare thighs, parted slightly, a suggestive darkness between them. She seemed not to notice him, as she chewed on a slender finger distractedly. His.