‘Notice anything?’ Andy grunted, ‘Yeah you’re wearing a hat.’ Addison sighed. He turned towards her and said, ‘And I think I can smell pus...y.’ ‘Oh god,’ she said. ‘You are an incorrigible asshole.’ But she looked pleased. Linda called Andy and sounded sad. ‘The chairman was livid you had pulled out of the South Pacific Expansion Project. He wanted you fired and I said you’d always indicated you were resigning and so he was too late. He said and I quote, ‘Well be generous to the Asshole. He was. "Wh-what do I do?" I stuttered. "Well, men get excited by loads of things. Try touching it like this." he took my hand and ran it up and down the shaft of his dick, up and down, then grabbing his balls. It felt strange but I was intriuged and wanted to know more. "Okay.. what else?" I asked nervously. "Men like visual stimulation too, so you could take off your clothes?" I nodded and undid my shirt as Dave stared and stroked his cock as i undid each button to reveal my C-cup perky boobs. "Nice". When Cynthia finished drying her hair, she stood and walked to the window to let the cool night air wash over her. Adam, whose heart was hammering in his chest, thought it might just stop completely when he panned down her body to the dark patch of hair covering her sex. Cynthia put one foot on the window sill and went through a stretching routine. She loved the feel of the wind tickling her naked skin. It felt so erotic to be naked near the window, she thought. As she pushed forward, Adam. My friends at school did not talk much about it but there were occasional sniggers. I found that newspapers my father collected for wrapping stuff occasionally had pictures of women in underwear and they gave me a good feeling. Anyway I developed a habit of wanking and spunking over the girls. These were hidden in my bedroom and I was never challenged about them. Gradually I built a collection and put them in a folder. I was an only c***d and realised later in life a bit aspergic so never felt.