My mouth was so dry I didn't think I could speak.My mouth was so dry I didn't think I could speak. I tried as surreptitously as possible to look at the junction of her lovely thighs, now separated from my view by only the tiniest bit of material. Whispy soft brown curly hairs covered the tops of her thighs, and peeked around the edges of her panties. Sandy proceeded to deal cards, and to explain the rules and finer points of gin, but her efforts were largely wasted. My hormones were pumping again, and it took every bit of willpower in my posession to keep my prick from ripping through my shorts and introducing itself to the young lady opposite me. As she spoke softly, and shifted gently on the ottoman, I became less and less able to control the growing tumescence of my penis. It bulged more and more noticeably, and I waited helplessly for the inevitable. Suddenly I became aware that Sandy had stopped talking, and was looking at me with an impish expression. Softly she said, "You know, I have three brothers at home. I know what an erection looks like, and you shouldn't be embarassed. |