Even as Samson'sveiny girth stretched my ass to its limit, he was undoubtedly hitting"that spot" just right. I felt myself edging closer and closer to... a sissyorgasm. Prostate orgasm, I corrected myself. I'm not a sissy.Eyes half-closed in forbidden pleasure, I watched my own, girlishreflection in the monitor vigorously bouncing up and down on the thicksilicone. Detachedly, I realized that I had become the exact kind of cam-whore that I used to jerk off to: pretty and demure but with a. Anne was there, looking at her notes."Mary, did your Humanities teacher say anything about going to the University museum?" Yeah. Said we should go see it. Want to go this afternoon? I haven't anything going; I just told Tom to meet me for supper at the Union." That's what I was hoping. I'm going to change first, though." Into what? Should I, too? Is this formal?" No, I just feel like wearing something pretty. Oh, and Alex asked me about dinner, too. Why don't we eat together?"Anne was down to. "Yeah, yeah. You're just jealous." Of you and Darren? Puh-lease. Darren's a nerd. He does nothing for me. Bob, on the other hand..."Is an arrogant asshole, Stephanie finished the statement for her friend. She smiled sweetly and handed Christy her purse from the counter."Well, when lover boy tells you what you're doing this weekend, call me," Christy said as she headed out the door.Spring was in the air as Stephanie opened the patio door and stretched in the morning sun. She was still holding. First and foremost, I must remove your pants, so you will be rolled onto your back as I sit upright. Staring into your eyes, a slight smile on my lips, I will unbutton your jeans and draw the zipper down. The touch of my fingers to your waist is electricity, and I am tempted to dive forward and nuzzle your side. But I resist, and instead I shall slowly draw your pants down your legs, tracing your delicious skin with my fingers as I do so. You are so sexy as you shift your body to allow your.