She acted like she wanted to rest after finishing a race. I slowly massaged her firm, strong back, able to resist the temptation of feeling her up. Fi...nally, she stood up to find a wash cloth, giving me a clear view of her dark but thin pubic hair, with the careful consistency of a teenager’s. So young and so lovely. Her breasts were too small to be affected yet by gravity, sort of pre-perky. I hope she’s legal! Give me your hand. Where’s the bedroom? I’ll walk in front of you. I want you to. With compliant obedience, Mr. Effeminate did so on command.The morbid fascination I felt was instantly echoed by my two fellow mattress associates, as we all got off the bunk and followed them next door to view the spectacle awaiting us.By the time we arrived in the adjoining room, Mr. Effeminate was spread-eagled on the mattress on his stomach, awaiting his fate in a compression chamber.It felt like I was in front of my television and again about to witness the mating ritual of elephant. All Buddy was interestedwas getting Maddie back to his modest apartment, maybe feeding her a fewdrinks, and leading her to the bedroom. Or wherever.He was due to pick her up on Friday night at eight. Buddy got himselfshowered and ran the electric razor over his sparse blonde, facial hair.He threw on some jeans and a T-shirt with the name of a band he liked onit. Slipping his feet into running shoes, he considered that Maddie,being such an oddball, had never had a boyfriend in school and. What I could see were her breasts, large and round, with puffy nipples that were sticking out. She was sitting up in bed, topless, her laptop resting on her pink pyjama bottoms. She had a curvy figure, just the right side of plump, especially with those voluptous breasts. And she stayed to watch me.I was hard. I was so hard just then that I was fit too burst and the sight of those tits made me gasp a little. But I held back and kepting stroking myself.You: Do you like what you see?Partner: Yes..