.. well... rather nice to talk to and to look at. The "look at" part was completely one-sided of course; none of them ever even glanced at him as a ro...antic interest. But as a conversation partner he liked to think there was a mutual appreciation. Quite often he'd end up at school late into the evening, lounging on the mats after practice with the girls, chatting about their chances of winning the next meet, what to expect on the chem exam next Friday, or why in the world the theater club had. " Well, I don't have any other pressing engagements tonight," said Frank, "so I'm all ears." This was interesting. Most of them were pleading with him not to hurt them or not to touch them and to let them go. This one wanted to tell him a story.The woman nodded her head again. "My name is Wendy Thomas." Dick Cheney's the name," said Frank. "Pleasure to meet you, Wendy." Three years ago my name was Walter Thomas." Huh? She wants to tell a fairy tale unless she's undergone one of those sex change. "I like to touch my cock too." She traced her fingers up and down the shaft before slipping it into her grip and beginning to stroke it."Oooo, yea, that feels good. I like to stroke my cock. Makes it so hard, especially when I'm looking at my girlfriend."My panties were tented with my raging hard-on and it was hard to keep from reaching down to rub myself through the cum-soaked satin.Tessa got back down on the bed, laying back propped up with the pillows."Janie, will you kiss my cock?" Her hand. ‘Oh Steve… Oh… YES…’ she could barely muster a sentence as she felt him playing with her clit with his thumb while his two fingers were still deep inside her. The pleasure she was feeling was what she could think of no other word for than indescribable as she stood there watching the mirror seeing him attacking her pussy turned her on even more. He continued to ravage her pussy with fingers darting his fingers in and out of her torturing her clit until she felt she just could take it anymore. .