"What does that mean?" she asked in an offended tone."Well, it's just that I've talked to Ken, and you guys haven't even kissed. You must really like ...im a lot." Just because I'm not a slut doesn't mean that I don't like him!" she protested."Whatever," I said, and refused to continue that conversation.The next weekend Ken informed me that he and Helen had a very intense make-out session. At other points in their relationship, I pushed in the same fashion, so in my small way I helped Ken take. I could see the outline of a white bra under her white sleeveless top. Terri's breasts were indeed a bit too large for Cindi's slight frame, but for the purpose of punishment, they were perfect. She was also wearing a nice navy blue skirt, which really showed off her curves. She was very feminine, without any makeup, but her hair somewhat of a mess. If I were a guy, or a lesbian, I would have been turned on. I guess I felt even a little jealous that she had turned out to be prettier than me. Oh. I was wearing a printed cotton nightwear. After unlacing it I dropped it on to the ground, by now I was standing stiff with trembling legs on only a black lacy brasiers and a matching undergarment. He got up and came near me, held my panties elastic with one hand in the front and the other at the back and lifted me up. I was hanging 3-4 inches above the ground and my pussy was aching, since the underneath strip of my panty was crushing my inner lips of my pussy. He whispered into my ears “I’m. I washed her hair, careful to get all my cum out. We finished up...both completely clean and a bit water logged. We dried each other off and finished getting ready. It took her a little longer to get her hair and make up done than it takes me to get ready so I just laid back down in bed and rested. "Hey baby...what do you want me to wear?, she asked. "Hmmmm?... How about a short black skirt...a tight top that lets your tits hang out...we need to be able to get your tits out quickly and be.