So we sat down and shared I bottle of wine and chatted for a while before she brought up the subject of last week. I found myself telling her exactly ...ow I felt at the time and on my way home and then finally what I did when I got home lol. She seemed a very ‘interested’ in what I was telling and I told her about my first experience when I was 17 as well. I remember her standing up then and asking if she could kiss me again and of course I said yes. OMG it was like the very first time I had. Aunt Shari made shit stuffed pancakes and sliced the firm shit in small bites to go in shit-meatloaf. The rest of shit was lightly drizzled with olive oil and butter along with some honey and fried lightly with coating of egg. The brunch of shit stuffed pancakes with delicious honey butter fried shit logs was simply out of this world.We had Harpers' cocktail. The conversation flowed as if we were one big family. Men were steel hard and us girls were wet and soon we were fucked in all manner. I waved back; she looked so cute as she walked with her little ass swaying from side to side.After she went into the apartment I went back into mine. About 15 minutes later I heard a knock at the door. As I opened it I saw Jennie standing there.“Hi, I thought I’d come up and see you, she said as she walked in .“Why do you want to see me?” I questioned.“Nothing really, it’s just that my moms boyfriend are inside the room and they want to be alone so I came here for a while” she remarked.As I. But I seem to be one of the more popular girls. I even have guys who come in and request me by name! You want to talk about an ego boost–getting picked out of a room full of young hotties makes me feel pretty damn good!" she said with a smile.James sat there and listened to all she had to say. And she did make it sound pretty good. Still, a whore? James would have to give this some time to sink in."Okay Michelle, I have listened to what you had to say and I'm not as mad as I was at first. But.