Let's go, please." Stephen didn't move."Mom, I think maybe when you had a chance to think about it, you liked what I did on the phone." Carly once aga...n wondered how her son could possibly know what she had been thinking. Could he read her mind? "And I think you might like the opportunity to do more than hear me pleasure myself." What on earth are you talking about, Stephen?" Stephen removed his suit jacked and tossed it to a nearby chair."I'm talking about letting you see me do it. I think. When I asked about it, she said her friend wanted some “private” time with her boyfriend so she has come home. I was talking to the girls for a while and then that guy showed up.Let me describe the other chick. Her name is Rashika. Rashika is a dusky chick with medium sized tits and an amazing ass.So we started drinking and the couple wanted to call it off. Guess the guy was too horny (lol) and they rushed to the guest bedroom. I and Tania were drinking watching ‘Sacred Games’ and started. The second attribute every bloke noticed about Jenny was those tits – you just couldn’t miss them. Handfuls of tight flesh jutting out from her chest, just waiting to be fondled or tied up or kissed or fucked. Jenny didn’t care; she loved all forms of tit-play. Today Jenny was wearing a new push-up bra to maximise her natural cleavage and had left the top two blouse buttons undone in an attempt to seduce the new geography teacher. Jenny crossed and uncrossed her legs, letting the short denim. I am a David in Florence. I am a Work of Great Art. I am a vision to be relished, appreciated and revered. I am fulfilled. I am proud. The applause has died down, and I can hear the proliferation of whispered comments being passed from one woman to another. I could stay like this forever. Automatically, my arms lift themselves from my sides, to rest a while out from my sides, before continuing, to join, clasped high above my head. The clapping starts up again, and I soak it up, proud but also.