My shaft is sticking out horizontal now, rising with excitement!I lay back on my bed and spread my legs. With one hand I open my magazine at random. I... run the fingertips of my other hand lightly over my balls, ruffling my pubic hair. My magazine opens at pictures of a dark haired woman, perhaps early thirties, naked except for red high heels: Alison. In one picture she’s squatting with her legs as wide as she can get them, with the camera pointed straight up between her legs. She’s got thick. Once I get inside, I go grab a beer before I head off to bed for the day. As I’m pouring a glass, someone knocks on my door. I go to answer it and find that it’s Jemma, standing there in the same grey yoga pants as yesterday, with a tight tank top and no bra, nipples pointing straight out like they’re ready to cut glass, and she is biting her lower lip with a smile. “I put the plug back in, maybe you can help me get it out again” she says, using her sexy-ass girly voice.I open the door and move. My hands glide over your chest, feeling the muscles under the heated skin. My fingertips find your hard nipples, gently pinching the sensitive little buds. You let out a groan and your cock gets even harder. I slide your shirt off your shoulders and down your arms before tossing it aside. My eyes are glazed with lust and my bruised red lips are parted as I stare at you. Next my hands go to the button on your pants. I unbutton them, and before sliding the zipper down, I let my hand graze over. She looked around my place. “Nice place! Needs a woman’s touch, though. But, you get plenty of that, right?” She was having some fun with me. Why wasn’t I laughing? “Would you be upset if I told you I wasn’t hungry? At least, not for food?” She asked me, with devilish smile on her angel face. Apparently, Craig hadn’t changed his bedroom ways. I led her to my king-sized bed, a foreign place to have sex for us. She pushed me onto the bed and climbed on. Then began to unbutton my clothes,.