You know you are jealous of her. Her education, yes. Her perky youthful tits, fully.You are here six nights a week and it isn’t a place to meet guys... Marty runs it well but tonight he’s left with his friends to keep celebrating an after licensed hours party elsewhere. You notice your watch: it’s already 12.30 a.m. The restaurant is filthy and you haven’t even checked the toilets yet. Older party goers are way worse than twenty-firsts here. The middle aged clients drink and don’t care as grog is. “That’s a sexy New York accent,” she said, noticeably surprised. “You know how accents get me so worked up.”She gave a low throaty growl and then slowly clawed at my chest, mimicking a wild cat as she raked her nails across my shirt. People refer to the New York dialect in so many different ways, but I cannot remember ever hearing it called sexy and I certainly would have never imagined it triggering a response like this.“When did you learn to talk like that, Hank?” she purred.Hank?! It began. This was my mindset when I was a teen. However, as most girls going through or who have gone through puberty can tell you, I sometimes had lesbian thoughts about my friends, especially my friend Maria. So a couple years ago, when I was 17, me and Maria (17 years old at the time, Latina, perfect ass, 36b size breasts) were hanging out at her house, on the couch, in her living room. We had on sweatpants and tank tops, not even planning on going out. She had pulled up something on Netflix that we. She allowed the silly girl to drain her milk a few times after that to forestall any thoughts she might have entertained to reveal her suspicions and even ventured a questing finger up the girl's brown eye just to serve notice that she would be expected to "toe the line" in service to the mistress of the house. The young girl was overcome with romantic emotions and she was infused with a sense of loyalty to Winona's rule of authority ever after. It was a weak substitute for the rigors of.