”“Have you ever touched Billy’s cock?”“Never!”“I want you to touch mine, Miss Jones.”Kelly sat up. Reaching down, she put her index fi...ger on the tip of my cock. When she made contact, she jerked her hand away.“It’s leaking.”“That’s because it likes you. My cock would like to see your breasts now. Take off your shirt.”Kelly removed her shirt. She rubbed her hands over her chest as if there were no breasts at all.“My boobies are small, not like Nancy’s.”“They look fine, they’ll get bigger. She was surprised that I was pissed about this, because she’d seen me showing off deliberately in the past. Heck, half of the adjoining floors’ guys had seen me in the shower before, and I had never hurried back out of the shower before just because there were guys in there, she teased me that I must really have it bad for Dave if this stuff bothered me now. I was still wrapped in my towel, blow-drying my hair when I told her to call Eric and see if he wanted to shower with her. ‘Nope, at least. Whispered: Aren’t I lucky to have found myself a handsome guide for my stay in Paris? And in a kilt too! He blushed. He knew what she said was in fun, but he was immensely proud to be walking in the Paris evening with this beautiful and intriguing woman on his arm. He slowed and faced her, smiling: – Just be careful with your flattery, my young Australian friend. You might be encouraging me to have the wrong ideas about you! She convulsed in giggles for a moment: Well, that’s the first time in. I am twenty-two years old.We sit across from one another in a restaurant booth. Meg’s black hair comes just past her chin. It’s the shortest it’s been since high school. She’s wearing a white salwar kameez with a green pattern. Her style is always evolving. In high school, she was thrift shop chic. In college she became preppy. She used to hate traditional clothing.It’s the first time we’ve been face-to-face in years.I am leaving in a few weeks. After graduation, I’m moving across the.