It certainly doesn't have anything to do with how I feel about you. It's more something that's happened to me. I'm afraid it may affect how you feel a...out me."Immediately, her demeanor changed to concern."Are you sick? Oh my God, you're dying. Please tell me you're going to be OK." I'm not dying, honey. I'm fine. Look, I've been so fartumult just deciding to come clean on this that I didn't give nearly enough thought to how to begin, and now I've messed it up completely. Let me start all. I will never forget the light airy fragrance she was wearing as it must have been some kind of aphrodesiac because i was so turned on I thought i would burst my zipper.As I started trying to remove her tee shirt she hesitated and told me she wasnt that kind of girl.I really kind of felt bad because one look and you could tell she really wasnt that kind of girl.Well the d**gs and booze kicked in and I couldnt stop myself as i took her by the hand and led her to the upstairs bedroom.She was. "You're such a disgusting little cunt," she said. "Bess, sit on her face." Bess dropped her panties and squatted over me. "Yvonne, why don't you play with her tits?"That did it. The hormones had made my nips--which were now highlighting the start of a nice pair of boobies--abnormally sensitive. As I felt her fingers on them, tweaking them and playing with them, I began to get hard. Bess's wonderful flavor completed the job, and I began to masturbate. I was completely oblivious to the comments. “Well, first, don’t you want to take off my clothes?” I dropped my pants and popped out of the rest of my clothes and removed her blouse. There was no reason for Vivian ever to wear a bra; she had absolutely gorgeous breasts that were so erect I figured she must be a bodybuilder. But believe me, she was very feminine and lovely. Her titties had big rosy nipples, so wonderfully erect. I pulled down her mini skirt and saw she wore no panties, just thigh high silk stockings. I pulled them off.