Now, think about the night before, at the poker game. Didn't Alan show you that he's not just another guy? Don't you remember the private conversation...you had with him?"Brenda gasped in alarm, as if her darkest secret had been revealed. "No! Not that! Please don't mention that!" But I have to! Think about how he made you feel. Think about the things he said to you. It obviously affected you strongly. What did he say to you exactly, anyway?" Susan already knew some of what had been discussed,. It’d be cooler with the shirt off.”Brenda: “I can’t do that! I’d be in my bra!”James: “So what. We don’t mind.”His bluntness shocked her. But it made her think a bit. She remembered that she had a sports bra on underneath. She always wore a sports bra underneath her t-shirt when she went jogging. After a few more minutes of thought, without saying anything, Brenda removed her t-shirt to the boys delight. Her bra was gray and a little sweaty and her hard little nipples could be seen pointing. Sure, I'd made out with a few, it's the in thing in high school, but I'd only been with boys.I was also a perfect specimen at the time. 5'5", 128 lbs. and the perfect dimensions of 34C-24-34. I had brownish-red hair midway down my back and, of course, I was and still am completely shaved.I learned from my very first seduction and the ones that followed, that I love women. Don't misunderstand me: I'm bi and enjoy the occasional stiff cock, but I really love girls. Or women. Whatever. While I've. "Oh, yes baby! Give it to me." He circled it faster and faster, pinching my nipples harder and harder until I was literally squirming and squealing beneath him on the bed. He stood quickly and coated the head of his dick in my juices. "What are you doing?" I protested. "I was so close!" "My folks are back," he said with urgency, his mouth slicked with my moistness. I was just about to answer when he suddenly rammed inside me, taking my breath away. I clamped down on him and my body spasmed in.