His shirt, his belt, and then his pants.When he dropped his pants, Brenda saw his erection bulging in his boxers. He stripped off his socks, and then...his boxers. His cock was completely erect, bobbing and throbbing with each beat of his heart.“Roll over, slut,” he orederd.Brenda complied.“Stick your ass in the air, bitch.”She did.She could feel she was still sticky and slimy.His hands grabbed her hips, and he thrust into her with such force and v******e.“Tell. Me. What. You. Did. Tonight.”. I stopped, too, and turned to look at her face. It was aglow. ‘This is the best date I’ve ever had, Mike. Thanks.’ I smiled and said nothing, just took her hand back in mine. By the time we reached the steps to our building, the effects of the beer had almost worn off. So, I took a chance and took her soft face in my hands and placed my lips to hers, giving her a gentle, chaste kiss. ‘mmmmmm …’ she said as I pulled away. I watched her lick her lips, and suddenly felt myself get hard in my. " Not short, slightly above average height, same as me. Okay, what do you weigh? Your measurements." One thirty five, 36, 26, 36." A-cup?" Yeah. Not much I can do about that." You realize that's classic for your height? There's a couple million women who'd kill to have a body with those numbers." I know the numbers, and my tits are still tiny - the 'Perfect 36' is a C. I also know how I look. So do you. I'll bet your numbers are about the same as mine - you've got the Cs, anyway - but you look. This was the first time I had been out in public since the change. I was wearing a sweater and jeans as I had been wearing for the last several days. I became aware I was being looked at. I wondered if my makeup was smudged or something else was unusual about me. Then I remembered that men often stared at me. I was 5' 10 and had a great figure. I stopped worrying about it and knew it was something I enjoyed. I did notice that Jack wasn't looking at me or any other woman. All men look at other.