She put on some soft music and as we sat on her bed she leaned over and kissed me. It was so different then a man’s kiss. So soft yet urgent. She sm...lled great and soon we were trying to undress each other. We were both wearing jeans so laughing we stood up to peel them off. She pulled my tank top up and off my head as I did the same to her. Neither one of us were wearing a bra and she lifted up on my breasts to feel their weight. She said she was convinced now she was getting a set of these. “The others though? Different story. You know what it means when someone has a teardrop tattoo while on the inside? Means they killed somebody. I guess it’s like a sign to other people. ‘Watch out, I’m a bad ass.’ But it’s more than that. You know what I think? I think they get a thrill whenever they see it. Every time they look in the mirror, they get a little rush remembering why it’s there.”Wally was back to looking nervous again. “That’s, ah...” He seemed to be at a loss. “Okay. Thanks for. I did get to see a lot of glimpses of the girls' underwear butsoon realised that my silky pleated skirt was designed to float aroundwith the slightest movement so as to maximise the display of my ownfrilly panties. Even though my play improved as the evening went on, Ididn't win any matches.Helen told me I had been a really good sport, "but since we're allgirls together, you won't mind wearing a skirt for the rest of theevening, will you?" She told me to have a shower and then she wouldcome and. Her tits bounce temptingly inside the cups of the purple nightie. "What the fuck are you doing here?" Never mind about me? What the fuck is all of this?" I sweep my arm towards the coffee table where, besides the suction cupped dildo there are several vibrators and other assorted sex toys. "What's going on here?"I'm six years older than Lauren and I've been living with my girlfriend for the past couple of years. I crash at my parents' house whenever Kelly and I fight, which seems to be.