Hours passed as did the conversations and he finally arrived home. Straight to the guest house he went and into the bathroom for a shower and to follo... her instructions. His mind was racing at all of the sexy message she had sent him. Did she really tell this guy of how badly she wanted his cock? Was this a well designed illusion for him? A mental masturbation to feed his desires? Only one way to find out. He went to work about the task at hand. First the base ring, hard to get on especially. God. She was anything but sweet. Innocent. The girl was a devil. Perfectly evil. And God he wanted nothing more than to make her his.He could feel his cock swelling inside of his boxer shorts, pressing against the rough cotton fabric, making him want to curse again. He had already taken care of his problem he thought, after speaking with her on the phone, but apparently, the once wasn’t enough. Hearing her voice did something to him every time, sending these urges through him.They were good. ." His voice trailed off as her finger stroked over his prostate. His knees began to tremble violently as she pushed with her finger hard up into his bottom, at the same time pulling his foreskin back tightly. He felt the inevitable approach of an orgasm. Helplessly he stood there as her fingers cleverly brought him to the peak of sexual sensation. His body quivered violently as her fingers seemed to probe the very core of his body. He gasped for breath as he began to ejaculate.Both girls. I tried to suppress the twang ofdisappointment.Instead, he leaned in for a hug, which I reciprocated. I could feel hishands hung low around my waist, instead of upwards along my back likehe normally did. With the way our huge tits squished together it wasprobably more comfortable, but it still reminded me of why I was upsetin the first place.As we pulled apart, I leaned in and gave him a lingering kiss (which Istruggled not to take any farther). As bizarre as everything was rightnow - and I had.