I never saw her that way, but yet she always felt “comfortable” to me. When she told me this I was sitting in her desk chair and she was sitting o... her bed. I looked at her and she looked at me and then down at the floor. I got up and walked to her. I put my hand on her cheek and she stood up in front of me. I looked her in the eyes, wrapped my arms around her and kissed her, gently at first and as we kissed, she drew my lips in tighter and our tongues met. I ran my hands down her back and. ” she said. “What sort of a treat would you want?” She batted her eyes and licked her lips again, even more suggestively this time. She teased her lips with one finger and stared right down at his crotch. “Gee, I don’t know, Cindy. Why don’t you give me a hint?” “Okay, Billy, but I can’t just say it; let me whisper it in your ear.” she said, leaning closer to him. He leaned over towards her, too, and got a nice look down inside her blouse as she put one hand on his thigh, the other on his. “Might take longer than that,” She remarked. “I’ve got a few things to work out in my mind before I go back to Minneapolis.”“Geez,” I said. “I was in Minneapolis a long time ago. Played music in the state fair up there one year. I was only about sixteen at the time. Met some real nice people.”I recalled, especially, one girl I had spent the night with that told me she was twenty-six. That’s ten years older than I was at the time. She had given me my first blowjob. We screwed like rabbits all. It was a very low necked tank top, and since it was on the wrong size for her the neck line stood in the lower half of her breasts, in fact what was covering her areolas from view was the lower part of the straps, the end of it's V-shape was some two inches bellow her bosom.The nipples went in and out of cover constantly as she walked or, in fact, moved in any way. Every time she arched her body foward, even if lightly, it rode up her ass, exposing herself to the hips if she went far enough, it.