When it's washed and folded in my drawer and I pick it up, for some reason I always think of how distorted and stretched the word 'TOY' looks after I ...pull it down over my breasts. So different from when it's folded and flat. I always loved prancing around the house in it, teasing Johan and rubbing up against him.But now he was teasing me. "My little toy," he whispered. My knees almost collapsed as his fingertip circled my nipple. It was like a movie. Watching myself. "You're ready. Get your. I said "Joanne the nightyou have dreamed has arrived! It is your time!" I said it with the hopethat it would be as wonderful as I had dreamed for a long time.When he arrived I opened the door and stayed behind it so he would notsee me until I closed it, his face registered his surprise at seeing medressed like that. He did not know what to say. He placed his small bagon the floor and looked at me.I walked to the centre of the room and slowly turned so he could look atme properly. I looked. It was definitely a good size. It felt bigger than mine. I slowly stroked him up and down. I thought I heard a soft moan, but I couldn't tell. Shane didn't move or say anything, so I carried on. I got bolder and decided to pull down his shorts so I can get a better look at his cock. I'm already in, might as well go for broke, right?I slid his shorts just past his knees, and his cock popped out and smacked against his flat stomach. I misjudged it. It was easily 8 inches. Hell, closer to 9, I'd. I wanted to let you know that I knew who George Mallory was. And I wanted you to know that I ... I write poetry.”“Have you been writing poetry for a long while?”“It’s the only poem I have ever written.”When she peremptorily quoted: “Are the peaks I seek as worthy ... As those holding G. H. Mallory?” Malcolm’s face turned red.“By peaks, I was referring to your superior intelligence Ms. Speaks.”It was her turn to blush. Either this young man is very quick, quite sincere, or both. Whatever, I have.