I was willing to admit it: I was extraordinarily stupid when it came to girls.Why was I being so hard on myself? I could explain it in four simple wor...s.I never called Becky.All weekend long, I agonized about what I would say to her, after Saturday. I have never been good at making small talk, that chatty, unimportant chitchat that comes so naturally to some people. I would get tongue-tied, and my brain would freeze up, and the pauses in my already stilted conversations would get long enough to. >How about I make it up to you? Would you like a personal picture? she sent. The site had no rules about posted pictures. There were plenty of tits available for viewing, but some women held the good stuff in reserve, until they had reason to let them out. MILFun36FF was one of those. >Love one. Are you shy? I asked. >Oh yes, terribly shy. Wink, wink. Check your box, she teased. I clicked the icon, and cursed, as the little circle cursor told me it was downloading. "Come on! Come on! Hurry!" I. As I mauled her boobs holding them together, the tips of the nipples turned hard. I could not resist that. I took one of the nipples, including the light brown areole, into my mouth and sucked it. I then widened my mouth to push her right boob into my mouth still further.I felt I got ample flesh into my mouth. I held it softly with my teeth and let my tongue do the magic. I rolled it in circles, started from the outer rim of the boob, slowly making inwards to the nipple. Once I reached the. I listen as theytalked about things adult women talked about. I sat back quietly andjust took it all in. Carrying everything in to the apartment, we looked like a trio of rentedpack mules. Except for dinner and the suit, we set it all in the cornerof the living room, It looked like the perfect crossdresser Christmascome true. I was hungry and dying to eat, but Monica and Rhonda hadother ideas. "Let's get changed for our sleep over first." Um ... changed?" I mumbled, "I forgot to bring.