Her white button-down barely kept her d cups at bay while her black skirt came just below her ass. Her black and white stockings came up to meet her ...kirt, which complemented her three-inch black stilettos. The top two buttons of her shirt she always kept undone just to tease her classmates with her sexy cleavage. She stood about five foot and four inches tall and prided herself in being everyone’s dream girl in college, though she never really dated.Kate’s uncle suddenly walked in the store. You know ... feed me," he muttered, feeling a little put out that Melissa kept forgetting he was paralysed in a wheelchair.Melissa just smiled and carried on eating her peach. The fruit was ripe and she ate it carelessly, allowing the juice to trickle down her chin and onto her top. "Oh yuck, look what I've done!" she said, looking down at the spilled juice. "Think I'd better take it off. You don't mind if I take my top off, do you Derek?" Course not, baby," he grinned, "can't wait!" ... maybe. I reached for her, and she moved closer to me and let my arms drape over her soft wet shoulders before she said, "Wait, there's more." Oh. OK. More." From now on, I'm no longer Martha Jane. I'm Martha. I'm not a teenage doll and not a kitten and not a Southern belle, and I'm twenty-one years old. Not long from now I'll be a professional and I'll dress like a professional, not like a schoolgirl. I want everyone to call me Martha from now on. I'll use that name on my resume's and checks and on. “Sweet brother, I feel bad that you have to go so long without your woman’s attention when I am with Paul. He wants to take me places which will lengthen your pussy drought. I have two ideas to rectify that. First, we could find a substitute. Besides the difficulty of identifying someone as talented as me, I’m a bit possessive and want all of your sexual energy. Another possibility is to have Paul bed me here and I can alternate between beds as you men need.”That got my attention! My erection,.