" I won't be long," the courier promised, reluctantly swinging her legs out from beneath the warmth of the covers and shivering as she searched for so...ething to wear.Misty made a quiet sound but was asleep by the time Miranda had thrown on a housecoat and had kissed her lightly on the cheek. "I hope this is important," the courier muttered to herself, half wondering if every morning was going to begin with some new emergency and if she'd ever get to wake up in a more pleasant manner, "Oh well,. I am not a bad person and I was just trying something new. I am not a vile woman”. She sobbed and stuttered like a teenager discovered by her parents.I went close to her and sat on the bed.“Sumitha, you don’t have to explain anything to me. I don’t think you are vile. This is natural. This is something everyone does. You don’t have to be embarrassed or feel guilty.”“But.. Oh god, you must think that I am a slut or a whore”.“Of course not, Sumitha. This is something that every person does. I do. She made that bland orange dress look good. Her walk alone, the way she moved her ass, was enough to get any man or woman to stare. She turned around, and signaled for me to come in. We kissed and hit up hard against the wall. We drove our tongues deep into each other's mouths. Nicole took off my jacket as I worked to get rid of that stupid orange bow tie. I kissed her neck and this drove her wild, and before I knew what was going on, Nicole dropped to her knees and almost ripped my pants to. My roommate was the one who taught me how to suck a guys cock until he was so close to coming that a mere flick of my tongue or brush of my finger tips would send him over the edge. My roommate was also the one who had showed me spots on any man that could and would bring them to their knees.I was home from college for the summer and had tried catching my stepfather in various states of undress, but was never successful. This next week though would be far easier, my mother was taking my.