.. although, it had been a few days since THAT had happened, too. He hadn't hypnotized me. That could be my problem. It often was. I needed that. I cr...ved it.Willie's giggling laughter made me look up at her. SHE could be the problem. She WAS a problem, of sorts, though it's very, very hard to describe, and I could NEVER tell HER about it. I'll try to write it down here. Maybe I can make you understand. You see, there's something that makes me different from other girls. If someone needs. He was mesmerized by his nippleswhich showed right through the form fitting very low cut t-shirt. Hisbare mid-section showed his belly button ring in front and tattoo inback, as the t-shirt barely covered his rib cage as he moved. His tightdenim mini-skirt was frayed and had small rips on one side and a seriesof strings hanging down on the other. His shoes were clear platform 6inch stiletto open toed pumps with ankle straps which seemed more suitedfor one of the strippers than a waitress as his. Now it is, quite in fact, completely out of my hands. It started innocently enough, I'm sure. Subtle little urges that all littleboys have growing up. I used to scurry down the stairs to the living room whenI was five or six, real early on Saturday mornings to partake in that timehonored ritual of Saturday morning cartoons. My parents, still dead to theworld from their weekly Friday night trip to the neighborhood tavern, wouldn'trouse themselves for at least three more hours. So I'd turn on the. As I watched I saw her firm, full breasts appear and I gasped mentally. It was even bigger than I had imagined. Her dark breasts were perfectly shaped and had dark brown nipples which were looking so ripe. I greedily took both her breasts in my hands and softly squeezed them and touched her erect nipples. They felt so soft and full. The dark circle seemed like ripples in a lake as I put my tongue on one of her nipples and started caressing the other breast with my hand. I started licking the.