I thought for a moment before answering, 'I'm confused, what do you mean'?He got off the bed we sat together on and stood up and in front of me, his e...rection appearing too large for his short demeanor, and my eyes were locked onto it, as it swayed and bobbed, tantalizing close.I was older by two years, but still in my mid teens, my interest in men's cocks stretching back further to the night I caught him jacking off, in the bed next to mine.Even then he was a big boy, in fact my mother used to. She looked at me as I came to the top of the stairs. She had a cute mousy look that was caused by the glasses she wore and the short cut of her black hair. I noticed that the book she was reading was a romance novel. Well, that probably explained the wet panties. "You're locked in," I said, "I'm Craig the guy who has to lock up." "Good evening, I'm Jane. I got caught up in my book and didn't realize it had gotten so late," she said. "I can imagine, I noticed how wet your panties are when I came. Slender, with long, graceful limbs. Long, straight honey brown hair usually kept up in a neat bun on the back of her head and held in place with a silver stick. Large, bright blue eyes. Tends to dress conservatively in simple high necked, long sleeved blouses that button up the front, and dark floor length skirts.Jaqueline Hunter: Professional adventurer. Born on the mainland to a wealthy minor noble family. Highly educated. “Received british” accent. 5 foot 8 inches tall. 26 years old. 36 D. She found her flats and slipped them on her feet and looked at herself in the mirror. Not to bad for 51 she thought. Too much sag on her breasts but she couldn't help that, they were just too big to stay up forever. She knew her butt was too big also and she made a mental note to loose a few pounds. She drove to the mall and paid for her ticket to the movie, one everyone was talking about, a chick-flick as the men said. This one was about a woman who was dying and her relationship with her.