He loves to make her feel good as much as I love to make him feel good. All this talk about my ?special man? makes me start touching myself. I put the... phone under my ear, with one hand I play with my breasts and nipples and with the other I play with my pussy. My friend and I say ?Goodnight? to each other. I continue to play after I hang up the phone and bring out my wicker basket that is covered by my couch. It has some of my sexual toys in it. I grab one double vibrator and insert the one end. You know me, I love to show off but being dressed like that in front of all these grown men...wow. I had the body of a grown-up woman, but no way was I a grown-up. She had me get up on stage and sing with her. She does jazz, improvisational stuff, puts lyrics of her own to jazz soloes....vocalese...like Annie Ross or ..... I don't know. It's really a challenge. I'm an opera student, have been since I was six. All I have ever wanted to do is sing opera on stage, but that is a totally different. " I know," I replied and gave her my best evil cackle."Hmm. I have no idea what you could give me, but it better be good after all this hype." If I can get it for you it will be good. I promise. I just have to see if I can work it out."I really didn't have a something to give her, but a someone. The high school homecoming dance was coming up and I know she would be thrilled to go. I knew a freshman guy who was really her type, but probably too shy to have asked anyone to the dance yet. I knew. Phir main uske back pe lage sari pastry ko khaya aur phir uske boobs pe bhi laga diya aur phir neck par pussy mein bhi laga diya aur uske chaat chaat kar khaya aur usko itna maja aaya ki wo pagal ho rhi thi. Ab usne bola ki please ab raham karo ab aur nahi tadpao mujhe jaldi karo aur main let gaya aur phir se wo mere lund pe pastry laga ke chaati aur phir wo mere lund pe baith gayi wo dheeree dheere ander le rhi thi aur uski ankhe khulti jaa rhi thi. Pura lund ander jane ke baad wo 2 minute tak.