Finally a girl came in.She was real pretty. No more than that! She was sexy. She had longblonde hair and blue eyes. She was rather petite with breasts...that werea little on the large side. Going by his older sister's chest size, heknew that she wore a B cup, he would have to say that this girl was atleast a D cup.She was barely with in the dress code, wearing a white spandex top andminuscule black skirt. She also had on black nylons. He could see herbra under her top and her nipples under that.. I would blame him. That he honestly had believed it was myself at first, but it was a flimsy excuse. How could I ever not be hurt by him not having noticed the difference, not noticing that it was someone else? He went on and on for a while about how much he loved me and would never intentionally do anything to hurt me. Every word, as attested by my demon companion, was true. I relaxed for the first time in days, letting him hold me. My first impressions had been correct, she had tried to take. Then as if needing a catalyst, she tastes herself. Whatever bomb defusing manual I had running in my brain, it now disintegrates into blurry particles.“I bet you’re fucking hard, aren’t you?”I want to tell her to shut the fuck up and quit playing sick games. I can’t breathe. Need to get out of my helmet. Whatever the movies make you believe about the colours, they mean jack shit, it’s what they’re connected to that matters.“How ‘bout I help you concentrate?” She’s reaching for my bulge, doing. The delivery guy was only 18 or 19 tops maybe not even, Hispanic as well, maybe 5'5" and as he was putting the food down my new friend came to the door and suggested I tip the delivery guy like I tipped him. The k*d wasn't sure what he meant and then they spoke in Spanish for a minute and the k*d said "ok". I was shocked and went to close the door but my new friend said he wanted to watch. He closed the door behind him and I went down on my knees and pulled the track type shorts to the delivery.