Her figure isn’t too bad, although she doesn’t dress to do herself any favours. She was wearing a beaded top that clearly hadn’t been ironed and...baggy shapeless jeans covering a pear-shaped figure of narrow shoulders, small slightly droopy boobs, as she doesn’t wear the correct bras according to Jess, and wide hips. Her hair was long if slightly wild and frizzy and compared to Jess, she did not attract male glances at all when next to Jess, looking a bit older than her years if the truth be. She slowly licked around each areola, and then stopped."Tell me how much you like it while I suck your titties," she instructed.She then began again to lick my chest."I love the way you play with my titties, Danielle. It is the mostwonderful thing. It makes me feel so good and horny. I want you to alwaysplay with my titties," I responded as she licked and played with mychest."And they are titties, aren't they, pantyboy?" she asked."Yes, Danielle. They are titties. They are not a chest. They. I held my finger in place right at her anal opening and she slowly lowered herself until my finger was buried in her poochute up to the palm. And I mean "poochute". I could feel a soft log about the size of my finger, and I bet there was a lot more further up. I told her what I felt and she became embarassed and ran into the bathroom. My index finger had a long brown streak on one side from the nail to the second knuckle. Such a dirty girl. I went to the spare bath to wash my hands but . “You're currently runner up as far as pathetic goes. At least my boyfriend has moral standards unlike the whore you’re fucking!”“Are you talking about Sarah?” He asks giving me a moment of his full attention. I widen my eyes then narrow them and bite down on my jaw.“Fuck you.” I say bitterly.“We did that already.” He says giving his attention back to the TV.“What the HELL is your problem?!” I ask stepping in front of his view. “Are you trying to say that I am morally wrong from him?” I say and.