Her breasts were nearly bursting out of the blouse she wore that night.Sharon's date to the party was being a jerk, hanging out with his friends on th... football team. My date had too much to drink and was lying on the couch, nearly comatose. Sharon and I struck up a conversation to pass the time between beers.We hit it off immediately. I asked her for a date the next Saturday evening. That Saturday we talked over dinner, before the movie and on the way home. It felt like we had known each other. I asked him if there was anything I could do to help and he said hed like to fuck me in the ass. I told him there was no way that was going to happen and asked if there was something else I could do. He said that I was so tight that hed just keep fucking me and if he got close I could suck him off again. So he slows down for a bit and then he speeds up again. This went on for about 15 minutes before I told him that I had to sit down. So he pulls out and lays back down. He grabs his cock and. As we look through the window she takes a step towards us in her strappy high-heeled sandals, the ones we all like so much, and slides her coat off her shoulders, allowing it to land in the snow behind her as she approaches the window. Her hands snake up behind her head to lift her dark hair clear of her neck.Your erection suddenly intensifies as she take up the pose, standing very tall and slim from her heels to her bare shoulders with her hands behind her head to lift her soft, full breasts.. "Oh, god, Steffie!"Stef backed off his cock and looked up at him, "What did you call me?" Oh, sorry. I called you Steffie." No, it's okay. It's just that no one other than my dad has called me that in a long time." Sorry, I won't..."No, it's okay. Sometime about having you call me that seems right," she confessed.Cole had called her Steffie when they were k**s. It had lasted up until junior high when she insisted all her friends call her Stef or Stephanie. She thought at the time that Steffie.