"Now have a look at my wardrobe," Brittany said leaving me sitting there by myself as she left the room. "I'll be right back." The fact that she h...d walked out totally naked never dawned onto me, I was just too taken by the reflection that was looking back at me. I just couldn't understand how such a vision of beauty could have been me*. Reminding myself that this was only a dream, I finally managed to get myself off the chair and stop looking at my new body, and wow what a body it was.. In my day, just before the technological revolution, our hand held was more likely to be a dong or a hard plastic vibrator, our toilets cubicals, sounding more like the inside of a beehive, a quick wipe with the toilet paper and pass it on to the next girl needing a quickie.Sharing sex toys was the norm back then, and for those who were confused about their sexuality, rubbing against each other, had its hidden pleasures too.During my mid teens, the urge to feel a man slip in and out of me,. Andthat I satisfied her in bed.But now she said, "It's kind of pitiful. I mean, when he's inside meit's like I'm using one finger on myself. And I dated lots of guys whenI was single, so I know the difference." I hear you, Sister," K said supportively. "Does he at least use hismouth on you?" No. And if you can believe it, his excuse is that its not manly. Imean, really? When he obviously enjoys looking VERY unmanly."In her firmest voice, the one she used when making me performparticularly. I said ok. He put his head in my lap and I started moving my fingers in his hairs and forehead.While looking at my boobs and in my eyes he told me that I looking very good and I am blessed with good assets. I said what assets? he told me this touching my boobs. By this time I had lost control on me, feeling of his head on my choot and his touching my boobs. I told him with a sexy smile that you too have got good asset he asked me what? I bend down and holding his erected Lund through his.