"Jess, do you remember how we used to play?" I looked at her. I knew what she meant. I didn't want to admit it, though. "What do you mean?" Amy ...idn't say anything. She walked to her bureau and opened a drawer. She threw me a bra. Then panties. "Put those on, Jess." "Amy!" "I mean it, Jess. You need a bra. And the panties match." I started to cry. I didn't want this. Did I? Amy sat down beside me and put her arm around me. "It's okay, Jess. It was always okay. I'm going to. He gently caressed it then he placed his palm against her head and pulled her to him. His kiss was soft, then becoming more urgent, and her tongue tickled his lips. Her lips were pressing against his, seeking and needing more passion. She moaned.Quickly now, before he lost his urge, she dropped to her knees and pulled his shorts down to his thighs. Her hand grabbed his prick and squeezed it aggressively. Leora needed this. She began stroking up and down as her face dipped down and her tongue. Proud enough to have started taking much better care when hewashed it, using conditioners, and carefully combing out tangles fromthe bottom up. Wouldn't do to get split ends, after all, now thathe'd gotten it that long he would really hate to have to cut even alittle of it off.He'd even taken his mom's advice and started brushing it everymorning and evening. One hundred strokes each sitting, and theresults of spending the extra time were beautiful. His hair wassoft, glossy, and shone with good. At the club, I saw this sexy black guy checking me out. He was tall, muscular, dressed nice. Definitely the kind of guy that could get me wet quickly. He came over and talked to me. His name was Tyrell. He was a few years younger than me, but I didn't care. I've been with younger guys before. He bought me a few drinks, and we sat in a booth drinking and flirting. After a while, he started to rub my thigh as we talked I was definitely getting turned on, and I wanted to get closer to him. I.