After all, you have now seen him haven’t you? And he is pretty big isn’t he honey?” Pretty big! She described him as “pretty big.” The thin... is fucking colossal, especially compared to me. “Would you like to feel me honey?” she whispered. “Why don’t you see how I feel? “Be gentle though,” she whispered. I ran my right hand up the inside of her silky smooth thigh and as I reached her swollen mound I could feel the heat emanating from it. The smooth lips and folds looked so inviting and were. We were dancing and having a good time. This guy came up and started dancing with me. We were grinding a little; he was a pretty good dancer. He bought us some shots and a couple of drinks. So I was getting tipsy now by the middle of the night. We were getting flirty with each other. After the club closed around 2 my friend and I walked up to the casino for a little bit. We ran into the same guy from the club he was with his friends and stuff. We started talking again. He was a car guy. I told. "I mean, if you enjoy your toys so much, maybe I'll need to find someone else." With a lecherous expression, she said, "Oh, don't worry, Dear. I'll always need a real man like you!" Could that be meant as a double entendre , I wondered. Maybe she meant "like me," but not necessarily me. I ordered all three toys online. They arrived at my office a week early in "discreet shipping" as advertised. My secretary wrapped the packages in birthday themed gift paper along with beautiful bows on. "Emma moved to be alongside Kyle's chair and then went to her knees. She slid her hand beneath the waistband of his swimsuit and lifted the front of the suit with the other, freeing him from his discomfort. He pushed his suit to his thighs and Emma took him in her hand."Get over here, Marcie. You need to learn how to do this."With some timidity, Marcie moved to the other side of Kyle's chair and followed Emma's lead. She was hesitant to touch Kyle and then reacted as most girls do when they.