Very naughty indeed.She smiled as she put one hand on my tummy and began to gently stroke it. All this time I am watching her hands in the mirror. It ...really is no exaggeration to say that this was the most turned on I’d ever been. I’m sure I was having mini orgasms, one after the other. My first time with a woman and it was so delicious, I just can’t begin to explain how delicious. And then it happened, she moved both hands around and undid my skirt. Feeling it slide down my legs to the floor. " Holy shit!" Alice said, spewing coffee everywhere. "Twenty-three? I didn't know there were THAT many!" Uh, oh!" I thought again."Twenty-three?" Alice stammered again."I thought they told you," I said lamely."Nobody can keep twenty-three women happy," she thought to herself in disbelief. Not that she doubted the number, but she was finding it hard to believe one man, a boy to her eyes, could balance twenty-three relationships at one time. "This amateur Casanova is just looking for more notches. " He pulled out a hard six inch cock. This was the first time I had seen another dick other than the occasional spotting of my nude dad and several dozen pornos. I was surprised to see that it was about the size of mine, another thing we had in common. He also was as thick as me in pubic hair that went down his crotch like me. I admit I have seen a bit of all this before in gym when he was messing with his body spray and sprayed his pubes as a joke, giving me an unintentional, however not. Yet, often he felt, from across the emerald expanse that separated their mirrored dwellings, he was beholding a creature from another time, the incarnation of a siren or some lesser goddess. Nevertheless, he was bewitched by her. She seemed to live a quiet, solitary life like his. Everyday she came and went like clockwork, occasionally returning with only a few small parcels of common necessities. Even less often she would have visitors. Yet, she never seemed melancholy. Just like everything.