It clicked, and then creaked as she opened it. Her eyes widened. "Hey honey, I'm home early." It was her boyfriend, who'd been working out of town for...nearly a month. Twila gripped the shoulder areas of his jacked, pulled him closer, and stood on her tiptoes to kiss him. "I'm so happy to see you! I've missed you so much, Justin!" Twila squealed excitedly, blushing as a smile replaced the shock on her face. He walked in, and she closed the door behind him as he kicked off his boots and made his. But as a young lady, the idea of having a drawing made me feel, well, good. Inga's hand on the pad was sure and quick, her arms automatically compensating for the massive breasts of her dream girl.It made me glad that my masculine desires had not been so extreme. But Inga, like I, was in tune with my new body. So much in tune, that last night's experiment in playing with myself had been disappointing. Not that it wasn't pleasant, it was fantastic, but I felt what I had always felt. I could not. Mother Africa was a soft-spoken, pleasant woman. They'd communicated on the phone several times as well as chatted online. Not once did she come off as irrational or overly demanding. In fact, her demeanor could have been described as sweet. She said she dabbled in BDSM when the notion hit her and she was extremely selective of the subs with whom she chose to play. She never brought up the subject of money and she wasn't even particularly interested in cam shows or making John perform tasks to. Jesus, a body like hers ought to be criminal, Herb thought. I ought to be able to lock her up and throw away the key. His cocked throbbed to beat the band. Herb caught his breath when Nancy slithered down the front of him like a snake and reached into the flap on the front of his shorts. When she cooed, the air tickled the hard, hot shaft of his naked cock. He scarcely had time to shiver, though, before she slid the entire thing into her mouth in one gulp. Herb groaned and very nearly let it.