Then gradually our chat started turning naughty.Then once she asked me about when I had hard on watching her? I told her I couldn’t resist my boner ...atching her tits jumping and ass bouncing. Then it was my turn I asked her size which she told!She: Do you like my tits?Me: Yes!Me: Did you see my dick.She: Yes.She: How long is it?Me: 7 inches.She: Really?Me: Yes!She: What would be your fantasy on my tits?Me: I’ll watch them bouncing while you are skipping rope naked.She: What? You naughty boy!Me:. He also noted again the way she was holding his hand. Janey was clasping his hand in a sterile fashion, barley holding on to it. In the previous months he had examined that detail a hundred times and he had determined that the way she held his hand was symbolic, she was only nominally holding on to him as she focused on her true love sitting to her left. Now, for the millionth time he again focused on her left hand, noting how her fingers were intertwined with Gary’s, clasping his hand so. Like my first black lover he could have easily have passed as thirteen if he’d been wearing a school uniform rather than his blue R.A.F one. He told me he was Kensy McIvor the third, just turned eighteen. He’d been born in Trinidad but lived in this country since he was two years old. His grandfather was the first and his father the second Kensy. His mother had died; his father was in the army fighting in Europe so he’d lived with his widowed grandfather till he went in the forces. “Kensy” I. She even removed her bra from under the jersey. She finished the game with her little triangle shaved pussy out there for everyone to see. It was at this point I suspected this may turn into another interesting night.The combination of the Bears kicking the crap out of the Vikes, and a lot of alcohol had everyone feeling good. We all went back to the game room for more drinks, and to play some games. Mandy and Laura were trash talkin Jen pretty good about the Viking’s loss when she.