Whore. Or maybe, just maybe she went in there to see if I was working. I didn't know, I didn't care. I just wanted her to know that I was upset for he... bailing on me. She knew it though. She could sense it in my voice. She could feel it as my breath slipped from my mouth. It was in the air that surrounded me. I needed to work on that.I slipped off my uniform and made my way to the bathroom in just my lace bra and panties. My underwear were my only means of feeling pretty in my uniform. It gave. , and I am not just referring to the obvious difference.” This comment drew some giggles as I blushed a little. I had good feelings about them. They were friends and the enjoyment was obvious among them as the drawing sessions that brought them together were about more than just art. Lucy proceeded to go over many aspects of the human anatomy using me as a reference for her discussion. “The male body has shaper angles and is more structured than the soft curves we saw in the female form as. She had a new fuck buddy who was down to please her whenever she desired him. You know how strong passion and affection are in the early stages of a new fling. This handsome guy, in particular, was her favorite as of recent. The two of them were able to please each other more than any of their past partners. This, in turn, made her sort of forget about how much she enjoyed self-pleasure. Self-pleasure was an art she mastered years ago, on those lonely Friday nights when she had no plans. But. She politely asked me to stop staring and help her get up. I tried to help her get up but she was not able to. She asked me to lift her in my arms to the living room.By this time my water just came out and I felt relaxed. She saw the stain on my track pant and laughed a little. I brought her to her bedroom. I was just leaving and then she asked me to bring her towel.She asked me to help clean her. So I just took the towel and started to clean her. I started from her legs and reached the thigh..