Jenny thinks it is just sad the way that he keeps on cutting himself off from the world. He is a very talented musician, but wastes it by always hidin... in a corner. She loves flirting with him, trying to draw him out, but nothing penetrates the thick armor he has around him. A few girls have come up to her, asking about him, but knowing him, she told them to stop wasting their time, and go fuck someone more accessible. Taylor worked his way up the basement stairs, and found Jenny helping. I instinctively place my hand on my cock and give it a rub through the cotton of Emmy’s panties and can feel myself so close to orgasm just a few strokes would have me exploding again, which makes me think twice and remember I should really text Emmy for instructions. “Butt plug in. It feels great. Cock bursting at the seams,” I text to Emmy. “Very good indeed. Now, have you ever worn stockings?” comes the reply. “No,” I text back. “Then you are going to need a hand, call Suzie in,” I read with. . you're kidding ... you're not." He garbled for a minute. "Let me call." Wait ... what's the least you'll take ... in cash ... to pay off the boat, survey it, put it in the water, rig it, find me an instructor, and get this white elephant out of your hair. Remember ... cash. Hundreds." She patted her enormous purse. "Hey ... I want to see the inside."The marina owner ran ... if that's what you can call a three hundred pound waddle ... ran to the office. Pretty quick, a white headed man came. Letting her robe slip from her shoulders she cupped her 34C cups in both hands. She was comfortable with their feel. Still firm, albeit there was a bit of sag. She briefly considered the sunspots between the two lobes, the result of many days she and Jamey spent on the beach. Her hand slid lower and she rubbed her abdomen lightly. No stretch marks. She was lucky. When she realised she was pregnant all those years ago she took it upon herself to take the best care possible for her body..