Like my dick. Actually, maybe they are also feeling like they won't have sex with anyone but their husband as long as they are married. Last fling s...ort of thing.The other big part of my business is teen girls getting formals and party dresses. You probably think that they would have no interest in an old, maybe gay, guy like me. You would be wrong.The rumor seems to have gotten around that the more they come on to me, the lower price they will get. That if they go down on me, they'll get a. It was part of her Betty Boop cute-ness. But still... in the context of what was taking place; it was damn erotic and my cock began to stand at 'Attention' to her calling me baby. I sat up and reached out to comfort her and she fell into my arms in a clinging embrace. She felt so good and I was being such a phony shit!... But she felt so good! This was to be my first real understanding of the phrase, "A stiff prick has no conscious." I was a real, conscious-less prick... and getting prickier by. "I," I stammered, "I want to open your gown and bury myself in your sweet naked body." She smiled and stepped up to me, raising her face to mine as, in the corner of my vision, Jack kissed Julie hard on the mouth, and started undoing her shirt with his hands.June's lips burned mine like holy fire; my cock was instantly erect and throbbing in my pants as I ran my hands up and down her back through the thin fabric of her nightgown. All four of us, variously entwined, moved into the bedroom. I sat. After her first taste of true freedom, albeit an unwilling one, Alicia found it nearly impossible to endure the tiring, meaningless ritual of her life."Alicia?" Gwen asked, concerned by the frown on her friend's face and the long pause.Alicia snapped out of her dark brooding. "I'm sorry, Gwen. Yes, I think I will."The Baroness smiled. "Let us have tea then, to fortify you for the exercise."Alicia's wooden blade smacked against Trell's in a diagonal, two-handed cut. The well-trained warrior.