Do you really want to be a brat? No, I didn't. I picked up the crop while Slick took his shirt and jeans off. The man may have been in his mid-forties... but he looked good to me. I admired his scars, the hair on his chest, the little bit of gray in his long hair. He was tall, only about 6' but his presence was 7 feet tall. He was wearing a pair of briefs, black and gray like the pair he had mailed to me with the gloves and belt which were in my bag of things for weekend.I turned back to the bed. It would be a hot show to stream, and I would actually be totally ok with it, maybe even join you guys.”He thought for a minute, choosing his next words carefully. He had decided to let things blow over, but after his conversation with his neighbor, and being a warm-blooded male with a healthy sex drive, he suddenly changed his mind again.“Well, since you put it like that, I have an idea for a stream. Like an icebreaker. Say, she walks into your room and catches me masturbating with your. I just had a brain fart. I'm Joey. It's nice to meet you."She walked closer, and it took everything in my power to not make her aware that I was staring up and down her teenage body. I knew damn well this girl could not be more than sixteen or seventeen years old. But Christ, the body on her was just fucking amazing. And the face? Cute with freckles, long dark brown hair to boot, and the bikini covering up very little.I just stood there, not really sure what to say, until she said, "Well, I'm. .. And then the forbidden thoughts would gnaw at her despite her efforts to banish them. In short Helen Spangler was at war with herself.Phillipe, on the other hand, was quite satisfied with the way things were working out. His father's words had simply cemented his plan in place. Rachel Donovan was certainly a beautiful woman and there was something about the body of a mature woman which made him realize how much more pleasure he derived from seducing the thirty-eight year old than the teens..