Well yeah, when my pussy is rubbing on the saddle and there’s all that testosterone about – of course I’m going to get wet. We girls, we get all... sweaty in the gym. It’s nice to have a hot, steamy shower afterwards. I know what you’re thinking. All those horny girls together. All those hot, sexy minxes soaping up our bodies, as the hot water sprays over our boobs. Do we touch each other? Do we help each other by rubbing the soap into our sweaty little bum cracks. What do you think? There’s. Read 'em and weep. Seven numbers."Penelope said, "Excellent job, Jasmine. You get the gold star." Shelooked at Chris and Todd. "You two better pick it up. Two numbers? I'mdisappointed in you, Tiffany." Sorry, Miss Penelope." He looked down at his feet. Penelope walkedoff.When she was gone, Chris said, "Man, how did you get so many numbers? Ithought I was going pretty good. I mean, if I got three girls' numbersin an hour I'd be on cloud nine."Jack said, "Well, you've got to aim higher. Remember. I probably never had. I found through the pain of the memory, back to Taylor’s office, where she was addressing the failings she saw in my book. ‘The manuscript starts off fine, but somewhere here, about page 230, there’s a change. But it can be fixed.’ Taylor, good old, model-thin, perceptive Taylor, had obviously realized she’d put her slender, vermilion-red thumb nail on the problem of my life and of my manuscript and had continued on, not pausing for me to tell her how frigging perceptive. She said, “That sounds very naughty, master…I don’t know if I can...” Eric reached out and twisted his slut’s nipple through her blouse with one hand, pressed harder into her pussy with the other, and spoke more firmly this time, “It is very naughty. And I know you can. I know exactly what you’re capable of, my little slut. And I need you to.” “But I want your cock now…” she said impatiently, trying to unbutton his jeans. “Can I please taste it?” He pushed her hand away and smiled at her.