"I inwardly breathed a sigh of relief that I'd done about as well as I could under the circumstances. But still I saw Dan looking at it. And at me. "I... don't know what she was thinking," I said.And realized I sounded lame. Very lame, but there was nothing I could say that wouldn't! It would all sound to Dan like a hint that I was interested in you-know-what. And that had to be in Dan's mind. I froze, unable to devise any way out. "You know Jen," I said vaguely. He certainly did know she was. I found my clothes for this morning laid out on the bed. I dressed in tight jeans, heels, matching black panties and open cupped shelf bra and a sheer white blouse. I put on extra heavy eye make-up and pulled my blonde hair back into a long pony tail. I brushed out my bangs and was ready to go.I felt happy and refreshed after a good nights sleep and even though I was still a little sore, I was ready for whatever this day would bring.Mark took my hand as we walked to the patio for breakfast.. Loaded, she twisted the dial on the bottom to make it hum, then grabbed a wipe and started cleaning the large phallus. Deliberately, I assume, the motions she made with the wipe were suggestive of a hand-job, and my shorts started to shift under the pressure of my enlarging cock."I've been waiting for this." she smiled, placing the head of the penis shaped vibrator against her lower lip. "I really want to try it out." she said looking at my eyes, then my crotch. She stood, and slowly, vibrator. In reality I had Art magnificent porno collection in a heavy trunk locked because the supposed danger of the chemicals in it. The collection consisted of hundreds of dirty books and magazines with a few films to complete the package. The books were of every sort—from plain, no-nonsense hard cover porno to high class literary type erotica. In one corner of the trunk was a stack of semi pornographic picture magazines and in another corner there was a stack of genuine porno magazines, most of them.