The results for us had been hit-and-miss but mostly miss. So, for Carol to even consider voicing with someone she didn’t know meant she had to be re...lly fucking horny.“Is it ok?” she asked, biting her bottom lip. She always liked to include me in her play. I never asked her to, but it was kind of our understanding.“Do you want to?” I asked, already knowing the answer. She was pretty worked up.“Kinda,” she smiled, “that way I can use both hands.” She reached over and tugged at my cock. I grinned. Alex disappeared again briefly and introduced another girl around the same age! I was in heaven. The new lady was Emily. She was dark-skinned with black curly hair that sat on her head. She wore a white cotton nightie that flowed around her curves. It was sleeveless and you could see the silhouette of her shape through the material as she walked. Like Daisie, she sat beside me on the bed. I could feel their hands around me or on my leg as Alex disappeared again! She came back in and told me. At 29, I’ve been sexually active for about eleven years. I’ve never been a slut, per se, but I’ve always had a healthy sexual appetite and have dated around like any normal, single girl in college and twenties. My experience with penis size has been what I imagine a lot of girls my age have. I dated a few guys with what some might consider small dicks and I’ve dated guys with what I always thought were big. I’ve never sought out bigger ones or really thought it made much of a difference, to be. ”It was five o’clock when I finished a bath. Putting a dab of perfume ‘down below’. I paused at front door to say goodbye.“I might be later than I planned since there is a reception after. Love you.” And I was out the door.Parking in Brad’s driveway I was once again thankful for the perfect car. A white late model Volvo looked like every other sedan. Sitting still just agonizing over my behavior. ‘ ‘He so gross! Why him?’ ‘I can’t go in there. This is too planned.’ ‘The other times were spur of.