She were very good-looking – long blond hairs, middle-sized tits, a nice ass and a perfect figure. Her skin was white, but a little bit bronzy. Also... she had pretty brown eyes. He liked her – she was pretty, nice and she were in love with him, so she did everything he wanted her to do. And now she's totally mine, he thought with a smile...For him, she was just a little bitch which he could fuck whenever he wanted to. He weren't in love with her, he just liked her body and her behavior when he. "Shit, I'm running late," his voice was muffled slightly as he pulled his sweater over his head and I wondered if I'd ever see his face. It made me smile and I almost started towards my kitchen, just so I could avoid him entirely and punish myself with doubt.But I didn't and Cameron's great shaggy head, all blonde and rugged emerged, popping onto his wide shoulders as he pulled his sweater into place. Cameron, my hero from Boston, how could I have forgotten him.I didn't say anything as he found. That’s a real stretch.”“Man, what’s he think we’re supposed to do—cut it off!”Laughing, “I don’t think he would object!”“Sean, sex is complicated.”“It’s like playing with fire. I hope you don’t get burned.”“Maria and I are gonna wait ‘til marriage.”“So you discussed it already. That’s great!”“You know, it’s too bad I’m not gay.“Why do you say that, Jeff!?”“I’d be having all the sex I wanted, no questions asked.”42CALL ‘N PLAY BALL“Hi Sean. This is Jeff.”“Hi Jeff. Now that you’re in love, I only. " I got up, went into her bathroom to wash my face, and saw the burgundy bra and panty she had worn the day before neatly folded on the hamper. The recollection of what we had done the night before was still in my mind, and my erection started to grow. I lifted the cover of the hamper, and was greeted by her burgundy slip, along with bras, stockings, panties and pantyhose from the week before, as well as the fragrance of her perfume and the unmistakable scent of her womanhood. I dumped the.