She came out of the shower with a towel round her and sat next to me.'I'm very embarrased about this' she said. I told her not to worry.'But I don't w...nt you to see me naked. It might change our friendship'I asked her why she was nervous, promising her to be gentle. 'It's not that' she said' It's about my breasts which have always embarased me.''They're lovely 'I said as I undid her towel. Her breasts fell loose and just brushed her thighs. 'I've always admired your figure and wanted to feel. I had been chasing this fantasy for months, watching her hit on everyone in the bar but me. Seeing her sit on other guys laps and make out with women. Almost intentionally leaving me out to tease me. I couldn’t believe it was happening. I moaned again into her neck, trying not to bite into her as she flexed her fingers back towards herself. Pressing into my g-spot “ I said.. relax”Her hands forced my legs apart, then she did what I could only describe as attacking my clit. She started to. On a Sunday Morning bored shitless and with nothing to do mid 1963. Sometime time before John was killed). I had not too long before returned from Exile from London England and I was trying to readjust from the English World of Work to American High School. I was not doing too well at it. I have a little bit of my father’s lonely hearts club fetish, fruit does not fall far from the tree and sometimes the fruit is good you just have to pick it up and wipe off the bugs, if you are to chicken to. Now this beautiful package was his to unwrap and Greg intended to make this night as special for her as it was for him. Greg had waited as long as he could stand, so he moved his hands to each hip under her dress and hooked two fingers into the band of her panties and slowly tugged down. He pulled the flimsy panties out from under the dress and left them stretched just above the knees of her spread legs. Running his hands back up her firm thighs, he pushed the edge of her dress up and over.