Some exotic d**g were involved. No one knew it's origin. No one ever was supposed to know. Elizabeth, Ben's girlfriend, went crazy. She'd been up all ...night. She'd been up to be active. It required a lot of strength to keep at pace with her. "Did you ever imagine those motherly kisses might've turned up to be so sensual?" his dad asked him in the morning. He winked at him. Ben felt weird, recalling some scenes. It was said as a joke, though. So they laughed. They were standing an a. ... and they knew i was getting a bit antsy in my seat. Jennifer was 5'4", 125 lbs, reddish brown hair, 36 C, and very thick lips. Becky was a freckle faced blonde, 5'6" tall, D cup, and barely 110 lbs. I'd always had a minor crush on Becky, but never would have fooled around with her since it was my gf's best friend. My girlfriend was hot... but damn... Becky was porn star hot. The only reason she wasn't more popular is b/c she lived in the trailer park in town, and appeared slightly trashy to. How could this be? Like the last piece of a puzzle falling into place, everything suddenly made sense. She was offering herself as payment for the right to use his pool. Oh, and how he wanted to take her, have her, ravage her, like he had so many times in his dreams. But it wouldn’t be right. Chivalry barged to the forefront of his mind, stamping out the lust and wicked perversion threatening to take control. He couldn’t do that. He couldn’t take advantage of Annabelle. As much as he’d love to. If there’d been someone in the row in front of us, and they’d turned their head, they’d have gotten a good look. I was beyond caring, however, and simply sat there, enjoying every touch, my hands resting on the armrest, fingers slowly clenching and unclenching with anticipation.She must have teased me like this for a good half hour. By the time I felt her finger draw slowly along the edge of my labia, I thought I might go mad.“Yes,” I hissed softly. She took that moment to stop, and help.