"Yes, she's a real goer," I heard him say to the guy sharing the table with him. "She'll do anything I ask. A real slut. She gobbles up my dick whenev...r I ask and just loves it up the ass."I tried to ignore the demented ravings of this lunatic and concentrate on my lunch, but his piercing voice just wouldn't stay out of my head."She's a real good looker, too. Tall and well built; tits you wouldn't believe. Married, too. I don't know what her dork of a husband's like, but he obviously isn't. .sucking.You feel my tongue run along the back of your legs again...going higher. My hands rubbing and carresing your lovely legs...pushing your dress higher..followed by my kisses. My hands push your dress up and over your stocking tops and onto your shapely bum. As I look up and find im in heaven. My heart skips a beat as my fingers carress your bum cheeks...followed by my gentle kisses. You turn over onto your back as I run my hands up your body..gently over your breasts...carressing you. “Why don't I make you more comfortable?” Julia unbuttoned the rest of the buttons on Chris' blouse. Then between us, we helped Chris out of it. I undid the clasp, and Julia gently pulled the bra from around Chris' breasts. “My, you are a big girl, sweetheart,” Julia cooed. “May I?” And without waiting for an answer Julia was cradling Chris' breast, sucking on the stiffened nipple pausing only to take her own top and bra off. So, this was what Julia wanted, to make love to Chris. I took things. And by the next year they were thirty-eight C cups, and were really drawing the men. My ass was full and firm and round, and my waist tiny.I had a great teenage body, and revelled in it, masturbating constantly.Of course, I knew that was wrong too, and I felt guilty for doing it, but I couldn't stop. I had a small, narrow face with large seashell blue eyes. I was a natural blonde, and had let my hair grow long, so it hung half-way down my back.It was thick and shaggy and wild looking, except at.