And I knew that the only way to show her was to doexactly what she wanted so that when Monday came I'd be free. I'd bePeter, and I'd be screwing every...girl I could.If I'd thought about it, it would have been a little disconcerting howeasy it was for me to fix my makeup and look like a slut again. Yet, itjust seemed to come naturally. Just like brushing my teeth or tying atie.Within minutes I looked like a hot little slut, ready for action. Atthat point I walked back out to the living room where. I can't see it, but I am tempted to believe it."Steve walked in and greeted Jack. I explained that I had a huge problem, and the he and Jack were the only ones I was able to tell without getting laughed at, or killed. True to his personality, when I mentioned killed, he sat up straighter and looked at the door."Here's the problem..." Jack and I briefed him for over thirty minutes. He sat like a stone throughout and never so much as coughed. His attention was focused one hundred percent on the. He smiled sticking a tongue out saying “especially that lovely pair of tits you have, they are real knockers mam” I giggled, whispering in a very low voice, while holding my breasts “you seem to like bigger ones, don’t you?” He laughed saying “they are not only big, but very perky and gorgeous, look how they are pointing out, even though you are not wearing a bra”.I acted shocked saying “how did you know I am not wearing a bra?”, but deep inside I wasn’t shocked, I knew it was obvious, and I. I rubbed my clit quickly to keep the feeling going. I have always wanted to "want" to please her. She's so wonderfully giving to me and I desired to give that back ot her. As she caressed herself, a tiny droplet of clear liquid appeared at the base of her slit, which hung lazily open, a dark circle at the top of it, just beneath her clitoral hood. I found my tongue coming out of my mouth as if to taste her through the air. She was watching me watch her while I touched myself, wondering what was.