Brittany loves to keep me up to date on all the sordid details of Jennifer’s slutty adventures and usually ends our conversations about her by sayin..., "Once she’s finished running around she’s coming back to marry you." I respond by telling her, "I doubt that, she's never gonna stop her whoring around." Brittany seems to have no doubt that Jen and I will get married eventually. About six months after she took off to Paris, Jennifer came home for a few weeks around Christmas. She called me from. ” she says pulling a face “So?” “So they’re not the most pert of boobs” “Well.. That doesn’t bother me but if you don’t like them I can cover you up?”“no I don’t mind… I just thought perhaps you might?”“Don’t be daft” he says smiling softly. This is why she was so comfortable with him and could trust him. She hated parts of her body but he never poked fun in a nasty way or even a teasing way. Instead he took the time to encourage her and he would even tell her she was pretty which wasn’t. .. well, what they smelled like.With Michael so willing to satisfy her despite her ‘used’ condition, she gratefully forgave him for interrupting that impending, incredible orgasm, so long as he gave her this impending, incredible orgasm. And it was becoming more impending ... more incredible ... more... “Aaaaaaaooooooooooyyyyeeeaaahhhh! Fuuuuuuck!” and she clamped her legs tightly around Michael’s neck, pumping her cunt against his face as she squirted piss and cum all over his face and. I'll give you a hint if you need-" Spider-Man." Damn!" I tore off the flimsy plastic mask and tossed it onto her desk. "Toys 'R' Us costumes are always so unsubtle." She giggled."The logo on your apron didn't help. Now you." I pondered the carefully sewn numbers on her costume for a moment."Are you the set of natural numbers?" Nope." She did a pirouette, then clasped her hands behind her back and grinned. "Guess again." Umm," I turned my head sideways, as if the different perspective would make.