Wouldn't she? Wouldn't she want to... touch me?She stood by the phone again, in her bathrobe, staring at it. Should I? How can I not?She picked it up ...and dialed the second number. A little boy answered. Laura's heart was beating frantically, and her breath was short."Hello?" Hello. Is this... Eric Roberts?" A stab in the dark."How'd you know?"Laura just about dissolved into tears of relief this time. But she caught herself. "Oh... I'm an old friend of your Mom's. I just took a wild guess. Is.... After rinsing my clothes I took them off and put them in a clothes hamper knowing I'd start the wash after the shower. I lubed up the dildo with some special soap I've used as lube before. He loved watching me stroke the dildo as if it was real and started soaping himself up and playing with my hole which was leaking whipped cream that looked like milk now. "Next time bring a few friends. I want to get fucked till I'm to tired to move." I told him smiling as I lowered myself onto the dildo. A thought flashed through my mind. 'Maybe I needn't be so reticent about my past love life.'"When I masturbate I like to fantasise! I imagine a tall, dark, handsome, stranger making love to me!" Does it arouse you, does it make you want to cum?" His hand moved downward, stroking my flat belly, as if encouraging my confession."Yes! Yes it does. I close my eyes, rub my clit and fantasise."Mike's hand travelled lower, his fingers tenderly brushing the soft curls of my pubes. Excited by his. I struggled to find the words I needed for a plausible explanation, but there really isn't much one can say in a situation like that. "I'm sorry," was the only thing I could think of to say. "I thought you had a class." Incredibly, my cock had stayed hard and was tenting the blanket. Karen's big blue eyes were locked to it. Then her beautiful lips turned up at the corners. "The professor didn't show up. He's sick. Wow, I've never seen a dick that big. Let me have another look."I let out a long.