Stacy tugged at his boxers, and he helped by shucking them off completely. “Hey Trev,” she replied, “I was waiting for you.”
“Why?” He glanced over at his computer, and Stacy laughed, saying, “No, I didn’t borrow your computer. Porn Mary blushed, standing next to Trevor. Stacy’s hand found its way into her panties, her soaking wet panties, and toyed with her. It was just like the morbid curiosity that had prompted him to open those tabs. He wriggled his tip against it, moving it in slow circles that made her sigh with delight. Stacy did not reply but tugged her along toward the dressing rooms with Trevor in tow. It was truly boner-inducing. People just had kinks. That was how the Devil tempted you, though, she thought. She’d used it herself many times and knew the stylists. For all the Jesus and the restrictions she’d put on the girl, she did
