“I-I-I— I can…?” he whimpered, little-boyish even as he squirmed to the relentless tugging of the blonde lady’s understanding fist.
“Of course,” she assured him patiently, “and it doesn’t make you any less a man.” Indulgently the kittenish thing snuggled close. “Only, ah...Why don’t you touch me, too, sweetie?” she whispered. “Seeing the look on this pervert’s face really makes me want to come!” Her eyes flashed, and then those flushed lids fluttered as the man’s trembling fingertips slid up under her brief skirt, dipped between her sleek thighs, and began to play in the slippery blonde curls between.
Ashamed before the staring crowd, Brad dared not move, and yet…well, he did want so badly to win the contest. And then Alyssa was standing there beside him, cool and composed and faintly sm
