But God had given me an itchy cunt. Right from my childhood I used to massage my boobs and cunt without the knowledge of my parents or others in the f...mily. I used to watch through the keyhole my father fucking my mother and used to finger myself to an orgasm. I used vegetables or any object immediately available to satisfy my itch. Sometimes the table corners, or umbrella handles come handy for my relief. But in front of everybody I behaved normal. I just wanted a good fuck at any cost. In the. We met out in San Jose in a Cisco class several months ago." Of course I remember you, David. It's funny that you're calling today. Alan and I were talking about you yesterday. We were talking about the night the three of us went into San Francisco and had dinner down on Fisherman's Wharf."I had to laugh at the memory. "I would rather forget that night. You got me to play liars' poker and I ended up paying for all of our dinners." Well, I did pay for the drinks and they cost almost as much as. Jamie slipped on a cotton robe and buttoned it up the front. Absently she opined that she should at least put on a bra and panties.Fuck it, she thought. She moved briskly down the hall. As she passed Sam’s open bedroom door, she glanced in. He was flat of his back, snoring noisily. Her eyes widened as she saw his dick standing erect. It must have been 9" and as big around as a coke can. It pulsed rhythmically in tune with his beating heart.Jamie's hand trailed down to her moistening pussy. She. He was out of breath when he finally told Ashley that she wouldn't have to look at anyone's ass anymore. Relieved, she automatically looked in Paul's direction, expecting to see the man fully dressed again. But the sheltered girl was in for a surprise. Brett was right that she couldn't see Paul's ass any longer, but not because he had his pants pulled up. Paul had simply turned around, so that now she looked at his private part, which Paul didn't try to cover in any way! Not only was Paul naked.