”“I think they deserve to know how you’re feeling. They’re at least your friends now. Talk to them. They’ll help you, I’m sure.”She snif...led a bunch and agreed. I didn’t know a lot about women, but I did know that they usually worked things out when they talked to each other. If not, well, I didn’t even want to think about it.At least I had dodged the bullet on coming up with a solution to all of this that I might later be responsible for. I sure hoped they’d work this out. I couldn’t handle. I am looking deep into your eyes, while you talk. For some reason, I find you so attractive. I feel my nipples getting harder and more erect, while we talk. My nipples are so hard at this point. I know they are sticking straight out. I feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter as you are talking to me. The interview is going well, but all of a sudden you lean in and start to kiss me. We start to French kiss, our tongues dancing in each others mouth. The kisses are very deep and very wet. We are. ..but her tits! I don’t know how to describe them. They were big, definitely bigger than I had imagined. But not just big, they were sort of pointy, they were pert and perky, not round and sagging like other girls. Her nipples were pointing up at a 45-degree angle, pinky and small, but I could see they were totally erect as her spasming body made them shake. She was stunning.And damn, I couldn’t help myself. With her small hand still clamped tight around my throbbing cock. I reached out to her. ... drip.... The left breast is nearly covered in cooling candlewax. I decide to cover my sensitive little nipples. "Oh shit," I gasp, as I assault my nipples with the pain and pleasure of melting wax before moving to drip down my stomach. By the time I'm done, my upper body looks like a splatter artwork of red wax. I drop the candle back onto the candle with one hand, dragging my nails along my body to peel off the wax. My sensitive skin marks easily, and I love watching red streaks form.