No other word for it. During the day, I was to discover their cup size adjusted to the beholder's leering eye and lascivious desires. One minute, they...'d be a perky B cup, the next perky double D's. But whatever size they were they were always undeniably perky. Perky and topped by pokies. Pokies that were attention-seeking, sensitive, stiffened, engorged teatlets of pleasure. If that wasn't enough, throwing back the covers, I discovered that my previously lightly-haired pubic mons was now a. Lemond was only 11 years old and hadn’t had his growth spurt yet so he was shorter than many of the sluts in Tyrone’s stable. Since he was spending so much time at his Uncle’s complex, Jamal had to bring Lemond along with him. The white sluts loved him. They could see that he was in awe of their tits and ass and pussies. They enjoyed teasing him and embarrassing him since he was so young and so small.One day Corecia was walking back to her room after doing her chores. She could hear Jamal. Almost perfect. The almost part is because we had not yet met. To remedy that I sent her an email expressing my desire to meet and pointing out our similar points. She responded and we met. Immediately we hit it off and sat and just talked for over an hour before we even noticed the time. We both had other appointments that day and parted by setting the next evening for dinner. Dinner was a real gab fest, both just sharing our lives and getting to know the other. I was in the middle of a. Big time. You and Lori and Marie and the things you've done and the things you've imagined--that's the kind of wild sex I want. And, it is exactly the kind of sex I will not let myself have. Too dangerous. Nobody I trust. But you. If you were in California this afternoon you might just get lucky.(Maq says: I'd never considered it might really happen until the moment I read that. After all, she was Jill Lane. The real Jill Lane. Impossible.)(Jill says: If he'd been there, I'd of done him.)(Maq.