"Do you want to give Trish the perfect gift?," she exclaimed excitedly.Before Suzanne could answer, Julie took her and hand and said: "C'mon,let's go.... Shopping time."They got back to Julie's a couple of hours later with their bags andJulie began setting up her photo equipment. "Put on that jumper first," she instructed Suzanne. "And no make-up!"The jumper was a plaid wool skirt with matching suspenders. She wore asimple white blouse, leotards, and black patent leather shoes. Julietied pink. "Whatever," Nancy said.Dawn walked over towards Nancy angrily."Hey, listen, I don't know what I did to earn the title of Office Tramp in your eyes, but it wasn't sleeping with the boss," Dawn said. "I have never, nor will I ever have any involvement with Ron or any other manager in this office!"Nancy looked up at Dawn."Then you're very naive," Nancy said."How am I naive?" Dawn demanded."Oh please! The way you lick your lips when he's around, your short skirts and low cut blouses, the way you. For men, on the other hand, it just looks the same, an organ made for fucking and pumping sperm into, and at that particular time, when a girl is induced and reminded to take notice she has a slit that men desperately want to slip into, she practices, with her hairbrush, toothbrush, pencil or crayon, and not forgetting, an inch or so away under it lies another, her tiny pink crinkled butt hole, needs to be opened up, so she can entertain two men simultaneously, and all of this coming a year. She led me to her room. Both of us could not resist even a second after entering the room.She jammed herself on me rolling her arms around my neck. I grabbed her waist, pushed her to the door with her back rested on the door and continued to kiss her sloppily. Anyone who would have passed our room that time would have surely heard us from the outside.But we were carefree, not thinking or minding of such things now. We continued to suck and lick each other lips and tongue intensely. I slowly.