She’d send me photos of her dressed up in slutty dresses and lingerie that I would send her, and I’d occasionally surprise her with a dick pic or ...two. Mostly, I’d take a picture of me masturbating to her photos. I also liked to send her sex toys, or porn or anything I thought that might get her off. It also gave me a bit of a thrill thinking of the poor FedEx guy who doesn’t know he’s delivering a box of vibrators or butt plugs, knowing what kind of fun he’s making possible. After some careful. .. I sometimes go with men," Angela replied hesitantly."If we were to invite you back, Stephen will want to fuck you. Would that present a problem for you?"Angela considered how far she was willing to go in order to uncover the truth. She'd already done far more than she'd expected and it irked her to fall at the final hurdle for the sake of her reluctance to shed a few minor inhibitions. Jim would likely throw at fit at what she proposed but if she delivered the goods, she had no reason to. However, if he wanted to take her out on a date or whatever, that would surely be fine with her. Maybe not this week, but next week she would gladly go out with him, and who knows, a little smooching with him could also be on the program. She sure had liked it when they had kissed in front of the house not so long ago.But for now, she put that thought out of her mind. She knew that she would probably still have some time left before she had to go down for dinner. So, she quickly brought the. I'm not used to doing this. This is something I didn't expect. And well, I don't know you. You know what I mean?" I said.She looked at me, nodded, walked over to her bag, and pulled out a purse. I couldn't stop staring at her little ass. You never knew what these girls looked like without their hockey equipment on. It added about forty pounds of bulk. And standing in front of me was this seventeen-year-old girl wearing panties and a sports bra. Probably not more than a hundred twenty-five.