When I opened the door femi (sorry I forgot to mention her name) was smiling and asked me why you r sweating.. And I said nothing I am not well.. But ...he misspelled something and she ran to my room and found ma laptop and the video she scold me and told me she will tel to my parents and I was shocked by hearing this words from her..I begged her to please not tell my parents and I will do whatever she wants .. And she started laughing and told me that why are you watching this porn videos you r. She had a healthy figure but not supermodel hot, her nipples where thick and slightly dark. When she walks around in her bra I can see the darkness through the bra. Thats another thing. She would take her shirt off at random times and i'm totally fixated on her tits because I can see through the bra. She would watch TV and just take off her uncomfortable work uniform shirt for comfort and ignore the fact i'm looking at her tits. Other times I would see her naked was after a shower she. There was no use even thinking about mercy, so I got up and made my way into the back and down the stairs to the small bathroom.I decided to put off the cruel bite of the clothespins as long as possible, so I started by pulling my t-shirt over my head and off my arms. I stood there for a second, the chill of the air giving me fresh goosebumps, looking at myself topless in the grungy bathroom as I pulled out the red lipstick. I repainted my lips, rolling them to blot them, then carefully dragged. She begins bouncing steadily and has just found her rhythm when her cell phone pings. The phone is within easy reach on her nightstand, and continuing her carnal bouncing, she reaches over and picks it up. It’s a text message from Coach. How was the party? She types back a reply: Party was good. I’m in bed now. She hits send, puts the phone back down and refocuses her attention on her teenage stud. I didn’t lie to him, she thinks to herself as she resumes her rapid carnal bouncing. I really am.