Our teenage hormones took over and I couldn’t believe my luck! Melanie Nakamura was making out with me! And not only that, she was frisky when she ...as drunk! Let me state right now that I’m a breast guy. I love tits. Juggs. Melons. Tanks. Ta-ta’s. Hooters. Whatever your euphemism of choice is, if it’s on a girl’s chest and has a nipple on the end, I love it. Big, small, pointy, round, heavy . . . I don’t care. In your mind, picture the perfect set of breasts. Who they’re attached to probably. The trouble started when I got a call from Rick Dugan, a music industry veteran and all around sleazebag with a reputation of ruining things with clients by thinking with his dick. When Julie (my secretary) buzzed my office and told me that Rick was on the phone, I shuddered to myself and apprehensively picked up the phone."This is Dean," I said into the mouthpiece."Dean baby, what's up! This is Rick Dugans, head of Spin It Records. How you doing? That's great. I need to talk to you about. “It’s not quite something I can describe. I experience it the same way I do the electrical impulses traveling through your body. I’m still getting a grasp on it. The biggest issue with souls concern how clean they are. Guilt, shame and evil decisions dirty it, while being good shows as a consistent light. Bad choices begin as dark blemishes. As the person defines themselves by those actions, accepting them as character traits, they become like a cancer, growing and festering. The people someone. A few minutes went by and we both wanted more. I let go of her tit with a pop and moved back to her head where we engaged in another kiss. My hands were making their way up her legs and found her panties. I grabbed them and slid them off, letting them fall next to her shirt.We smiled and she propped herself up against the wall and spread her legs. I was about to see what I had fantasized about for a long time. My eyes went down and my gaze fell upon a beautiful sight. Her pussy was puffy and.