I decided to make a pass. Her face reminded me of a French singer, but I forget her name. I walked towards her with a cream-coloured blouse and held i... against my top. “Excuse me, do you think that would look good on me ?”, I asked hoping she understood English.“It depends what colour your skirt is”, she answered in a slightly accented but perfect English“I usually wear grey or black”, I answered“That won’t go with grey or black”, she answered but then with a smile, she added “But it will look. However, the reason why I ╘aahh-ed╒ and ╘oohh-ed╒ that much and squealed ╘uber sexy╒! every other minute in that shoe shop was that I had to take my mind off other things.That's not exactly true, though. It wasn't things, plural, I needed to keep myself from thinking about. But thing, singular. Thing as in fist, for example. The thought of Ann's fist inside me was ... well, frightening. OK, maybe not exactly frightening but very, very unsettling. I've heard of that, but so far I had thought. " God, wish could have seen it! What happened then?"A devilish twinkle shot into Anita's dark eyes as she looked at her curious friend."You really want to know?" Yeah! Are you kidding?"Anita stood up and began to take off her clothes. As usual, Diane got up to do the same, but Anita shook her head."You be me. Just take off your panties."Diane gasped. "Are you sure?"Anita let her plaid skirt drop to the floor and jerked off her knee socks."This way can show and tell," she said, her young body. I pulled my hands back and placed them on the hem of my shirt, pulling it up and off, tossing it onto the floor. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and he appreciated it, his heartbeat making his dick jump up and down.“So, tell me know, do you want to hear about my last Friday night?”His cock was getting a little harder.“I think I do,” he said with a smile.“Well,” I reached my hand out gently wrapping my hands around the base of his cock.“This guy was a little different. I don’t know if you want to hear.