I suppose you'll be adequate." The tone of her voice when she said "adequate" was kind of bitchy, or at least I thought it was. Well, maybe I just fel...t guilty about setting Brittany up."I'll be home soon, Brit," I said. "Save some for me?" Maybe," she said, and hung up.I started to have a funny feeling about it all.I arrived home 45 minutes later to find Brittany lying on the dining room table, a pair of black leather crotchless panties showing off her tanned flesh, as well as a cut-out leather. She looks at me smiling. She is wanking her clit. Let me see that little hole I say. Suddenly she turns to stay on her knees showing me her beautiful ass. I begin to lick from the cunt to the asshole, and lick again and again until a new and hot juice comes out. I put the carrot against her hole. I push gently. I have to force a little… AHHHH.. inside! Its huge she cries. Yes, and its long! I say smiling. I push further until the middle of the carrot is inside, then I pull it out and in again. "I for one am not going to let Nelson win that easily." Me neither," Thomas agreed, draining his own glass, wishing he believed it himself.The two split up and headed for opposite ends of the bar, each wondering if their best pick up lines might work on women old enough to be their mother.An hour and a half later, they'd found that they certainly didn't. Only a few of the woman they approached and tried to buy drinks for actually went so far as to laugh at them, but none seemed to be interested. I run through those perfect girls from the older end of my cadette scout class, mentally undressing them. I imagine sweet, blonde Yvonne, with the breasts almost as big as mine, tall and beautiful. I’ve seen the way she looks at the other girls and the way her nipples stick up under her uniform when she does. She would come to my bed willingly, I could teach her how to please a woman and please her in turn. I imagine her cries as she rides my face, my tongue lapping at her fresh young pussy,.