Well, that, and she just smelled like a girl. My arm was over her body, so knew she was braless as well as topless. Rubbing my hands up her chest yiel...ed no tits that I could find. There were some bumps about the size of a quarter, but mine were about that size too.Ok, so maybe it is a guy then? Effeminate guys would braid their hair and use strawberry shampoos.Whoever it was reached between us to push my boner from between their legs and then turned mostly on their back. They were back to. I was dreaming about here when I realised she wasright in front of me. “We know each other don’t we?” she said. “Sam isn’tit?”Her hand was out and I shook it.“Yes it is.”“What did you think of my speech?”She had been playing the part of some Cleopatra-typeancient queen. I, of course, was just a guard.“I don’t know how you remember all the words,” Isaid.“Neither do I. I just seem to have a good memory forthese. M in my late teens (18), nicely-shaped and bit of imaginative. I seem constantly under pressure of sexual lust. My mind.s always wandering with hundreds of fantasies about naughty sex things, and I get myself horny so often. I simply can.t last a day without masturbation, which I.d refer to as .eating the fingers., .tender the clam meat. or .finger-painting.. Wow, there.re many, many naughty things a horny girl can work upon her secret spots. Thign-squeezing is easiest, discreet and yet very. She stood there in a sheer red nightie with matching panties. I felt my cock come to life when I caught a glimpse of what she was wearing. “I hope you didn’t miss me too much.” I said as she stepped aside and allowed me enter into her apartment. As I walked in I looked around and I knew she had good taste. Her apartment was well decorated. It was a better place than mine. She had plush carpeting with matching furniture and drapes. The décor was fitting for a very classy lady and that she was..