“Oh, God…” I cried out, my body growing rigid as I fought the waves of pleasure that threatened to drown me. “How bad do you want it, my slutt... little kitten?”“Bad.” I managed, writing and squirming on the couch, my cunt grasping at my fingers. He rose than, and undid his jeans, his erect cock springing free. It was so beautiful, bouncing gently, swollen thick with lust, its mushroom shaped head glistening with precum. “Keep yourself on edge, Kitten. I’ll tell you when.”He began stroking. . “Loren glanced at Abrielle. “Care for a beer or a glass of wine?”“A glass of wine might be nice.”He opened his refrigerator and poured glassed from a jug of white wine. They sat at the table and held hands. “I was doing some research,” he said.“On what?”“On the topic of anal sex.”“Research? Really?”“I’m an analyst...”“Did you just say you were an anal ... ist?”He chuckled. “I suppose I am. It’s my job to get the facts.” He looked into her eyes. “Do you want to talk about it?”She sipped and. Alison was 20 and in college living with her mother and younger sister. I noted that she was nice looking with a tight body which was somewhat on display in a scoop neck shirt and shorts both of which were tight. We talked a few minutes and then she went into her house. Other than enjoying the view, I thought little of the meeting.Later that afternoon, my doorbell rang, it was Alison. She had changed clothes now in a halter top with no bra, obviously, and a very short mini-skirt. "Hi, I need. He handed me one hundred and fifty buck and said that the owner had a record night in beer sales. Since I had no gear, I turned to go to my car happy and cash flush.I hadn't seen Elaine after the show. I figured that she went home and, considering my stamina, that was good thing. But as I walked to my car, I heard her call my name. She came running up to me. "So what are you doing now? Want to come up to the diner with me and some friends?" No, Elaine. I'm going to go home and decompress. It's.