If you are reading this, my first [ever] blog post it means that I have either viewed your profile and decided there is a match somewhere, or I have s...en something on your page that interests me and invited you to join me.One thing that I sometimes encounter is what I call "generic whore syndrome", the set of assumptions some people apply to 'sex workers', or even attractive women living their normal lives.Some of the approaches on this website are polite, some not and this is something I see. Knowing he would see through my blouse was all that hid my breasts. I remember my breasts heaving up and down, too tipsy to feel nervous. I felt his hands gently slide over them. The only hands I had felt on them apart from my own were schoolboys. Who tended to grab them, this was no grab. I could feel my nipples starting to harden under the palms of his hands. As he leaned over and started to kiss me.His hands working my body. I had not felt a feeling like this before. Of course, I had touched. She has become a welcome comfort...He rustles his newspaper on the pretext of turning the page; really, he wants the girl's attention, and she does not disappoint, she turnsher head to look up at him, hair poised in mid-stroke across her lip he smiles down at her and rests the paper in his lap to pet her softsilky locks, running his arm down the side of her body, her exposed skin cool to his touch she snuggles against him closing her book, tossing it lightly onto the brother's back."Hey!" the. We held each other close and I was aware of my breasts against Jenny’s and my taut nipples pressing against hers. I was so turned on just then and I could tell Jenny was as well. Jenny was the first to speak. She spoke in to my ear as she we held each other close, “We had better get dressed and get to class so we can do those lines.” I let Jenny go but as our eyes opened inches from each other we lent in and kissed again. Jenny smiled at me and patting my bottom said, “Let’s go.” I smiled back.