Cindy almost always wore a dress, because it made her feel properly feminine.Both girls settled on Sylvia's bed in her room, with a stack of books. Ci...dy did not smoke, but she always watched Sylvia puff with fascination."The world is divided into chickenshit watchers and brave doers," Sylvia told her, casually blowing smoke in Cindy's face. "You want to be a chickenshit all your life, Cindy?"The dark-haired girl smiled shyly. "I don't mind. Honest, Sylvia. I guess I'm a mouse." Yeah," Sylvia. That's what happens when I have an orgasm, cum shoots out the end of my dick. And you're gonna make it do just that if you keep that up." Promise?" she says smiling at me as she rubs around and around.Well, maybe they just didn't know that much about the male anatomy. But, soon, I was breathing noticeably harder, panting, really, panting pretty hard and every circle she made around my cock just made it tingle even more. It was just a matter of time."Look, he's squirming. Must be good," said. I went to the bar, ordered a glass of wine, and before I even started to drink, a good looking guy slid onto the seat next to mine. He had wedding ring on his left hand and looked like he just stepped out of a shower. He started his blah blah blah about what is a beautiful girl like me doing being alone in a bar, etc., etc. Then he bought me a fresh drink while keeping up the talk. We were sitting together not more than twenty minutes when I surprised even myself by leaning over to his ear and. With her breath still smelling like my cum, she asked me to go home to sleep, she wanted to be alone. As you can imagine I blew a fuse with her telling me she didn't know I was like that, so possessive. She had no clue to what she had done and probably STILL doesn't." I explained."So I have to pay for her being crazy?" She asked exasperated."No, but imagine if I had done as I planned and bought the ring, had my place up for sale with a seller lined up, and THEN she did that? I hadn't turned.