"Her tits are fantastic." Yes, they are," I heartily agreed."Are they ... hers?" One hundred percent natural," I winked. That was technically true. "Y...u'll have to ask her about them later." Oh, I will," Mimi's mouth was practically watering."Yours aren't so bad either," I commented."Yeah, well they're not as nice as hers," my friend replied.I leaned in as if to let her in on a secret and smiled. "No one's are."We shared a mischievous grin and then turned back to the foursome on the bed.All. The girls he dated were usually pretty, but not always, and there were often prettier girls, in my own opinion, clamoring for his attention. I asked him about it one time. We had a lot of time to talk when we traveled. He claimed that he always picked the prettiest girl to go out with. He said his standard for pretty is just a little different than other peoples'. That got me curious, so I brought up his 'standards' in later conversations. He liked pretty hair and a nice figure just fine.. But once she settled down a little (and quit trying to crush my skull with her hands gripped around the back of my head), she explained to me what had happened."That was my orgasm," she said, still breathing hard, her body quivering in what I learned later were post-orgasmic aftershocks. "That happens when a woman gets very excited, kind of like when a man has his climax, when he comes, you know?" I nodded, starting to get pleased with myself. "You are doing very very well," she smiled. "I. I pushed further. ‘So what do you say, think you’re up to the job?’ ‘Me? Jordan what do I know about the security business?’ God, you’d think that I have two heads, the way she was looking at me. ‘I know, but you’ve been here long enough to know the business. The position will entitle you help out with clients, none of the cloak and dagger stuff.’ I looked anxiously at her. ‘Are you interested? In the job I mean?’ I looked at her and hoped, no prayed, she would say yes. ‘Ok, I’ll do it. I’ll.