"Is it okay if I call you Charles?" "Charles is okay, but my friends all call me Chas. I kinda like it better than Charles, Mrs. Jackson. Charles is k...nda dorky, but Chas sounds a lot cooler." Carol looked at me and smiled. "Then Chas it shall be, but you can't call me Mrs. Jackson. To begin with, I've never been married and have no plans to ever marry. All of my friends call me Carol, so I think you should as well. We're friends, aren't we? At least I'd like to think of us as friends. We're. His hair was short, and was either dark blonde or light brown depending on the light. One thing that immediately caught my attention was that our eyes were almost the exact same shade of green. He was really cut, but not a body builder. Chris was really quiet and that suited me. Like I said, I was pretty stuck on myself, and I liked being able to talk about me without being interrupted. Jennifer was striking as well. She had been a cross-country runner since middle school and had the sculpted. She said meto change my shirt because it will get dirty I said ok I have to go tomy house she said no wait and went to her room and brought me ashirt.I changed my shirt intentionally in front of her she looked atmy body and gave a sexy smile at me and said “you have a nice bodyveer” I said thanks. Now she said me to help her to pick the sofa up.I said her that i will pick up one side while she can clean below thesofa the sofa was light i picked it up easily while she bent d own to clean the. I could sense that her orgasm was getting close so I showed no mercy and vigorously teased her clit, her legs closed around my head and pulled me even closer and then with a load groan her thighs clenched and her pussy flooded with sweet cum. I pushed her limp body further onto the bed and turned her over, raisng her hips into the air and pulling her arms behind her back I whispered into her ear 'I do hope your wet enough to take me in one go'. I pressed the tip of my throbbing cock against her.