“When?”“You doing anything tonight?”I wasn’t. I rarely was. I got invited to supper again.The thing she didn’t tell me was that this time ...t was going to be an oil painting ... of two people ... a man and a woman ... nude.The reason Beth was going to be there the whole time was because she was the female model.I was caught unaware. I mean, my guard was down, because I expected a chaperone. Instead, I got a partner in crime, so to speak.And, by the time I got there, it was too late to. I took her bra off, and there they were. Her wonderful breasts standing firm despite the size. "You know, they say that guys are attracted to breasts so much because breasts are made of men's dreams and hopes" I said. She started laughing and said "then mine must have many many dreams right? haha". "You bet they do" I replied. She smiled wide open, bit her lower lip and said "You are so stupid man. Just shut up and fuck me already". She pulled my pants down whispered a "holy crap". She looked. Now here is the bit I desperately want to convey to men who just want to ask me, 'What did it feel like'?To start with, I or I should say, 'We both were up for it', we were if you find it hard to believe, aware of sex and both our holes felt nice when fingered, which was what we had been doing together for seemingly, forever. We had been friends and stayed over on alternate weekends, and all we did was get naked and rub our bodies together and of course finger ourselves, with some pretty. " Paul gave her $1400 dollars worth of Traveler's Cheques.Barb returned with a bottle of wine. "What are we going to do tomorrow?" Barb asked."We're going shopping," Alice waved the Cheques in front of her."I'll drink to that," said Barb."It will be easier to adjust to the time difference if you don't drink," Paul suggested."Fuck you," they replied, but with a smile."Barb, when are you going to let me see your boobs?Paul was tired. He was tired of traveling. He was tired of parties. He was.