He was still pissed that he had caused the misunderstanding.He believed that his inexperience with women had been part of the problem. He always got t...ngue tied around a girl that he fancied. High School had been a complete washout. He had even got through basic without screwing a girl.He knew he wasn’t a bad looking bloke and if didn’t feel desire for a girl he was fine talking to them. However, he’d grown up without a mother and sisters to train him how to deal with women he did desire.He had. A trial run of curlers "just 'til your hair drys" after aSaturday bath didn't produce a peep of protest. Unlike the trips to thebarber to get his hair cut, he hadn't wailed at all in the chair, not evenwhen Miss Jennie had cut in his bangs. He had sat up straight, takingeverything in while Miss Jennie combed him out. He had been so proud tohave a hairdo "just like Mommie" when we left High Style. Two weeks afterhis birthday, back in the salon for the first of his weekly sets with meand. High A to low B cup. Anyway, breasts aside, I'd say she had broken up with whoever she'd been dating. Didn't seem to have gone over well. I offered to make a pot of coffee and she said that would be nice, but by the time I had gotten back from setting the machine, she was asleep.Now, as I mentioned earlier, I'm an asshole that spends a lot of time flirting with the ladies in the office. Now, I had one of those ladies asleep and alone. I checked the time and it was 12:17 AM.The office didn't. I agreed to what she said but I was not yet happy with her decision I asked her “what about you”, she said “don’t worry I can see you fucking my friend and I will be proud of you” I said ok than I stood up n go n sit near Reshma on other side of bed. Reshma was fair skinned with average body nice medium sized boobs and round smooth ass chicks; she was wearing a black skirt till knees and a pick top.She was looking very sexy. When I sat near her she was looking down then I put my hand on her.