My tits are so much bigger than Nan’s,’ Steph said as she untied the strings of her bikini top and took it off, exposing her big double D tits, ta...ned bronze without a single tan line on them. Each one sagged down slightly turning her obviously hard pink nipples upward. ‘Mine aren’t that small.’ Nan shot back, taking her own top off and exposing her smaller, firmer C cup breasts, equally tanned. Her dark pink areola covered nearly a third of the front of her breast and her large fat nipples. My nerve suddenly gone, I spun on my heels and tried to dart back to the guest room down the hall. Before I had taken two steps, Mary's dripping hand was on my shoulder, spinning me to face her. “Why are you staring in my room, Dave?” she asked in a calm, strained voice. Other than the slight frown on her face, I really couldn't read Mary's emotions. That made me scared. “I w-was going to the kitchen for some cereal, Ms. Hernandez.” I tried to sound sure of myself. “The kitchen is not in my. I found that my orgasms were breathtakingly awesome, my clitoris being sensitive and quite adept at poking its' little head out of the hood. Of course, I swallowed semen every chance I got, but sometimes my uterus became the tank for the swimmers that men just loved to deposit. I remember one night I had been invited by some black friends of mine to a party at one of the guy's flat. There were, I guess, about two dozen or so of them, and me. We had a bit of a dinner, some nice conversations. How long had I been away in that other world again? Five minutes? Ten? Half an hour? I couldn’t say. But my hand had made its way dangerously close to my cunt, my fingers only a fraction of an inch away from stirring the pink, boiling vortex of desire there. Need. I had never been able to appreciate the all-encompassing quality of that word. Now I knew exactly how intense it could be. Need, that was what I felt for Cordelia’s closeness, for her touch - and for her mean games of teasing and.