I wondered what it would be like to kiss them. I imagined sucking on those pretty nipples and squeezing those luscious breasts. I wondered what they...felt like. Were they soft like pillows? Did they feel like balloons, melons, balls? Just thinking about it made me cum again, shooting out even more than I did earlier, which I wouldn’t have thought possible. I cleaned up quickly and made my way to class.The rest of the day was a blur. I kept looking at the girls in my class and picturing. To see Mima (that my girl's nickname) in a pair of tight jeans was, something to just die for. She was the type of women that didn't need to wear any make up at all. Mima, was just a pure beauty. She also had inner beauty. An inner beauty that made me fall in love with her after our first date. Mima was the kind of girl that would always go out of her way to make her man happy.Mima was a secretary in a small law firm in the Bronx that was not to far from my apartment. Mima lived in Yorktown. So I take a deep breath and relax, but then something happened that would forever change me. As I laid there I tried NOT to think of a home invader coming in and watching my family and I sleep it crept me out even more than it had earlier in the day, but I could not escape those thoughts. Then I thought oh shit! What if that black home invader came in and saw me sleeping in a skirt and bra? My secret would be out! As soon as those thoughts crossed my mind I felt my small 5” cock getting hard. Trevor or something gay like that. I swear, every time I’d perform, he’d be there.”“Sounds like a total creep,” I said.“Yeah,” Liz said. “But he was hot in a douchey sort of way so I thought about ... you know ... just fucking him and giving him a thrill. He was way into me. I think he liked hairy armpits.”“There are guys like that out there,” I offered. “Usually if a girl has hair under her arms, she’s a total freak in bed. I’m talking ... monkey love.”“Uh-hmm,” Liz agreed. “Plus, you know if.