Sighing, Alan pulled his aching erection out of his pajama bottoms and, still half asleep, just started m**********g. He couldn’t help himself. It seemed so right. She had made him so wildly horny with that book of hers, had specifically suggested he look at it so that she might have the satisfaction of knowing his helpless c**k had stiffened up just for her—again. Now, dreamily, he could scarcely restrain himself.
Alan’s hand traveled rapidly up and down his thick pillar of reddened meat as he blinked sleepily at the beautiful temptation so available before him. She was young and white and smooth, so close he could smell her, so close another two or three steps would take him right up to her helpless form… Without quite realizing it, he took one step forward, and another, and his nearsig
