Two beers came and I paid for it.We started sipping our beers with the bun sitting next to me, leaning on my shoulder pressing her boobs into my hand,...– asking simple questions – where from, how many days here, she likes my tattoo etc. I was getting restless now and wanted some action.She saw it in my eyes and got up and started removing her clothes. Within no time she was completely naked in front of me and very comfortable roaming around naked – beautiful body – lovely small breasts, flat. We met on the train coming down from Paris and took a liking to each other so I have been staying with her. She certainly needed someone to look after her after your little mistake in Paris," she gave Kevin a friendly reproachful look, indicating she was teasing and for him not take her admonishments too seriously."Has--has she told you everything?" Kevin asked, unbelieving. He just couldn't accept the fact, so suddenly, that Jean had run to a complete stranger and told her that her own husband. He stood, riveted. He watched her cup her breasts, squeezing them in her hands. Red marks appeared as her fingers slowly raked across her flesh. ‘Oh, Dezerae,’ he whispered under his breath. He imagined tasting them, planting soft kisses everywhere… With a mind of its own, his rigid member strained against his jeans. Brad couldn’t help himself. He unzipped his fly, releasing it. I can’t believe I’m doing this, he thought. Even though his mind said no, his hand slipped around the base of his. Or...was it Debbie who was now actually replying Karen thought."So" continued Karen "We have established the following. Your name isDebbie. You are a girly-girl of a girl. You love wearing skyscraperheels...tight, constricting foundationwear... hosiery... hot-pants...skirts...dresses... make-up and perfume. Am I correct so far?"Karen's question jolted Jim from what had been his brief feminine reverieand he hesitated in replying."Now girl, answer me now!" barked Karen."Eh...yeah...I.