I was a pretty fair pass receiver in those days, but even now, whenever I run into one of the guys I played with, the main topic of conversation is the way I looked in the shower, with my cock slapping my legs nearly down to the knees.I was a pretty fair pass receiver in those days, but even now, whenever I run into one of the guys I played with, the main topic of conversation is the way I looked in the shower, with my cock slapping my legs nearly down to the knees. "There," she said with dreadful finality. She dropped the bottle over my shoulder. "You better do the rest of you, too." I obeyed my stepmother, slathering lotion all over me. "What about you?" I said. "You're getting to be a nice shade of red, yourself." "Yeah," she agreed, looking herself over nearly as thoroughly as I was doing at the same moment. "I think I'll go in, though. How about something decadent for lunch? Like cheeseburgers ..." "Sure," I agreed. "Extra grease on mine and hold the veggies." She turned with a laugh, stood up and took my breath away as she made her way slowly to the steps at the shallow end. I watched her enter the water until it lapped at those marvelous, skimpily covered globes, then stand there applying handfuls of water to her shoulders and arms, and, God help me, her cleavage. Never before or since have I seen another female body like Monica's -- not in the flesh. From her dark blond head with its steady blue eyes, pouting full lips and sensuous overbite, to her pretty little feet, Monica was the well-stacked, curvaceous stuff of little boys' fantasies. Hell, grown men's fantasies, too. Five-nine and a hundred-forty pounds packed full, round and tight, with a softness about her, like a layer of wondrous padding, that I find impossible to describe. I could see Dad falling for her, I could see him throwing his wealth and charm at her to win her and marry her... What I couldn't see was anything that could possibly be important enough at the office, or in Cleveland, for that matter, to keep him away from her so much of the time. The only change in her attire for lunch was an unbuttoned shirt over her damp suit. I had trouble keeping my eyes in neutral as I wolfed down the first of two burgers while Monica picked daintily at her patty and cottage cheese. |