I know she hadn’t arrived in that outfit, but I couldn’t get the image of her scrambling over the window sill dressed as she now was out of my hea... and I felt my body start to react to that image.‘Anyway’, I said reasonably with my hands clasped firmly in front of me, ‘at least tell me your name’.Again she glanced at me, perfectly aware of the reaction her body had had on mine and answered sweetly, ‘Well Mr Forester, I’m Little Red Riding Hood and I’d like some proof that you are who you claim. The truth shall be my judge, and I can say with total honesty that when I first saw his best friend, I was instantly smitten, pierced by cupid’s lust arrow, or, as Duncan would later offer;‘…just a fucking slut who can’t control her sexual urges.’I’m okay with that appraisal. It’s probably accurate, so I’ll own it. My riposte was that if Duncan had been satisfying those slutty sexual urges then maybe I’d not have strayed. Maybe.But let’s be real here. The stud walking up the beach towards me. "We'll start with the basics," she said, unbuttoning her blouse and removing it. Her massive knockers were practically in my face. "A woman's breasts need lots of attention," she said. "The nipples are especially sensitive to touch. More nerve endings per centimeter are in the nipples than almost anywhere else."I stared at her, open-mouthed, unable to believe what was happening. "Don't just sit there like a fish out of water," Melanie told me. She walked over to where I sat, paralyzed with. I was so happy because I love my brother we used to be very good friends from childhood and since I was the only daughter and since I had no siblings I was happy that a friend is coming home and I never had any intentions for him… We were very good friends we used to talk about our college every day and he used to help me prepare for my exams and so soon we became like lovers I used to feel his chest put my head on his chest and he used to hold my hands like a lover and all of a sudden I fell.