Tony looked up to the ceiling, as he laid back on Lacey's bed and noted her when she laid on her stomach. He couldn't help but chuckle lightly at her mention of not masturbating in every room as she grew up. His hand went to her rounded bottom as she looked at him and was leaned on her arms. Giving it a small smack, he squeezed it firmly before letting go. It couldn't be helped, Tony was definitely an ass man.<br/><br/>As she recounted her story, he nodded. It definitely didn't seem out of the realm of possbility and thankfully it wasn't anything traumatic. That would have served to do nothing but to kill the mood of the room. His eyebrow did perk up lightly at the mention of her having her own collection which was definitely news to him. The key word though was deprived, that served to explain a lot about Lacey. Tony could visualize her as someone who was making up for a lot of missed chances in that regards. That it was him she was making it up with? Only brought a smile to his face.<br/><br/>Glancing out of the corner of his eye as she stared at him, his eyes widened very slightly at the mention of having a sister. This was news, as he hadn't heard anything about it previously. Being a guy, Tony's mind wandered to the possibilities of how old this sister might be and if she was legal? He wondered if she looked half as good as Lacey. He was shaken out of this train of thought by one of Lacey's small fingers tracing over a tattoo. When she continued and mentioned that her sister had fetishes and was responsible for sexual antics? He reasoned to himself that she had to be somewhat close to their age, and if Lacey was such a sexual person and able to speak about her sister like that? He could only imagine what that young woman would be into. He silently agreed, hoping he didn't meet her little sister. If she looked like her older sister? It could mean a lot of bad developments.<br/><br/>Lacey however managed to regain his attention once more as he smirked and whispered<strong>"How can you still be horny?"</strong>She was much closer now, and was a very affectionate sort. The mention of him always being sexy caused him to scoff lightly but that was quickly replaced with a soft sigh as her hand went to his cock and she commented on it. The tugs were serving to get him into a heightened state of awareness as he watched her small hand move over his semi-erect member which even in this state was quite imposing. Attempting to focus as the young woman did that, and allowed her lips to roam over his shoulder and neck he closed his eyes for a moment before answering.<strong>"Sexiness...is a matter of perspective...I can't comment on that, I wasn't always this big though. That started when I was about 11 or 12 or so. I don't know how much I can really say about myself though? I don't see my family too much. My mom passed when I was 15, and my old man is career military. It is pretty much me, and he was a lot like I am. Still is actually, he doesn't like staying tied down."</strong><br/><br/>It was somewhat hard for him to focus, however he had enough willpower to do so and added<strong>"I don't know about all of the girls wanting a piece though. I suppose I do ok...Otherwise I've been doing martial arts since I was a kid...I don't know what to say, what would you like to know?"</strong>His hand reaching over to run over her stomach slowly, a fingertip brushing over her soft skin before he smirked and commented that<strong>"I think you're getting a bit attached to that thing, babe."</strong>Referring to his cock as he bit his bottom lip.