"Maybe we could go out sometime?" I suggested. Jen was cute. Why not? It would be a fun diversion."I work days mostly," she informed. "So we could han... out together in the evening." Oh, good." So you want all three jeans or just the one." Just this one," I said. "I'll come back for the others."Jen smiled happily.I went home happily myself. I didn't expect to leave with a date.Jen was very happy to see me the next day."When's your break? I asked."Not until two."I pursed my lips. It was only. "I must've seenyou naked at least a million times." Again, her words confused me. Momhadn't seen me nude since I was - what? Eight? Nine? But this womanwasn't my Mom, was she? And I wasn't Benny Woodridge any more.My name was - what had she called me - Brenda? Bianca? Yes, that was it;Bianca.Bianca Woodrow.All of this streaked through my mind between two heartbeats. There wasmore: images and memories poised to swirl up from my subconscious.Thousands upon thousands of them; thoughts and words. Mom cooked a great dinner and also took care of her personal hygiene. We decided to get dressed only just before her arrival as we all preferred to romp about in the nude. Just before seven, I took out a long sleeveless gown and slipped into it. The gown was strapped around my shoulders and held with buttons and there was a elastic band which went below the boobs, which lifted up the boobs further high and partly visible at the top. The boobs also wriggled seductively when I moved and. He set me down on my back, I lifted my legs so Greg could take off little black thong. He threw the thong aside as I spread my legs for him. Greg smiled and leaned in to pussy. He blew a stream of his breath on my tingling vagina. Legs spread wide, running my fingers through my hair, Greg began to lovingly lick my clit. The soft smacking sounds grew louder and fast as Greg started working his fingers inside me. "Fuck, I knew you were dirty girl Lisa." He worked his hand faster. "You liked being.