A pen? No, the pen was only slightly bigger than her finger. A bottle? No, the bottle was definitely too big. Her hand reached out for her hairbrush. ...She stroked the handle up and down – how she’d imagined she would touch Scott’s penis. Perfect. It was about an inch thick, five inches long and made of smooth hard plastic. Tentatively she lay back on her bed and sunk into the soft pillows. “I’m still a virgin if I do this.” She consoled herself. “It’s training!” Claire figured that if she could. After a while I again bent at her back and whispered, Can I now massage the front part dear?” Not waiting for her reply I gently turned her around by applying gentle pressure to her shoulders. Her eyes were closed. In the process of thus turning, the bed sheet covering her became disheveled, which I neatly adjusted to cover her up fully again.I began from her foot and again slipping my hands under the bed sheet started the massage of front of her legs. This time I did not try going below her. My hand was stroking so fast I imagined what it would be like to be inside of her. I looked back at her mouth, her cheeks bulging out slightly when the head of his cock brushed them and wanted to be there.I knew he must be ready to come by how short his breath was getting so I told Julie to stop. With a look of disappointment they turned to me. That disappointment vanished when I told them what I wanted next. I told John to get out of the chair and let Julie sit down. Spreading her legs wide,. We hope you enjoy reading it as much as we enjoyed writing it! Curligirly picked up her ridiculous bubble-gum flavoured coffee from the kitchen counter and took a long swig, almost dropping the phone, which was cradled in the crook of her neck. She glanced at the TV, not paying much attention, as she beat some eggs in a stoneware bowl, to glaze the apple pies she was making. The aroma of apple and bubblegum was a most pleasing combination, as it filled her nostrils. She pressed a number and.