His cock was stiffening and growing. Archie continued thinking about Betty, her breasts, her lips, her firm, tan legs. His cock continued to grow. He ...began stroking it softly, closing his eyes and dreaming of Betty's tempting breasts.A tingle ran through Archie's cock. It distracted his thoughts for a second. In that brief time, visions of Betty's breasts were replaced by mental images of Veronica's firm ass and luscious lips. Her seductive voice and hot breath seemed real to the daydreaming. The next morning, Anna was taken out of her first class and packed into a car. After about an hour’s drive, she was led into a boarding school for boys. She acted like she didn’t care – in fact, she was glad to be out of the convent, for whatever reason! As the principal took her through the stark, drab hallways, Anna grinned to herself as she imagined telling the girls of the great day she’d had. The principal led Anna to an auditorium, where some 200 boys of different ages were seated in. If all he wanted was some low-key making out and grabby hands in his car, maybe that new savings account wouldn’t look so stupid and empty after all.Soon, my hands find their way into his pants, and I’m stroking his cock while he plays with my nipples. It’s not nearly as good as where his hands could be, but I’m happy to let him do whatever he wants at this point.To be honest, I don’t normally allow so much kissing, but it’s different in a thrilling way. My other hand slips down to gently. So she couldn't wait to tell meher life story - well part of it - and so she came over to my house oneevening. I had the tape recorder running. Tape recorder? It doesn't have atape, but I think it's clear what I mean. I sometimes call it aDictaphone."Hey Boss, can I use your Dictaphone?" asks the secretary."No, use the end of your pencil like the other girls."Ha, my favourite joke of the genre, but old-fashioned and incomprehensiblefor someone who has never seen a dial phone, nor lived in the.