I have long straight brown hair, brown eyes and a petite but curvy figure. I have big boobs, which men love to gawk at stupidly, but I'm not intereste... in them - only in women. My last girlfriend, named Louisa Clements, had the biggest and most luscious pair of titties I had ever seen and tasted. I sound like a bloke, don't I, describing women like that? Well, I suppose in a another life I had been a bloke. Was I looking for someone at the moment? Hmm, let me think. Maybe. I have a secret crush. Val kept on flirting with me brazenly; she kept touching my arms and legs, maintaining long eye contact and playing with her hair. I flirted back but still wasn’t sure whether she was just joking around. Both Val and Denise started asking me questions about what I thought of older women, whether I thought they were attractive and if I’d ever kissed one. After some more rum Val dared me to kiss Denise. Denise looked uncomfortably and protested. ‘Ok, kiss me then,’ said Val. I was slightly. You look on in awe at the sight of her. After all these years, she has not changed a bit from even when you were still just a kid. She had you and your twin sister Andrea at a very early age and still looked stunningly beautiful with her long strawberry blonde hair tied up in a ponytail and a casual button down green shirt and short tan shorts giving you full few of her still luscious legs. You blush slightly at the sight, but quickly shake it off."Andrew! What a surprise!" she says with a. "Rosalee rubbed her nose back through the short curls -- without me in her mouth this time -- and then decided to explore my balls with her fingers."Careful," I warned hurriedly, "you can't be too rough." Do you mean I'd better not be too rough or that there is nothing I could do that would be rougher than you can stand?" Which do you think 'careful' might imply?" Okay. I'll be very careful."I wasn't entirely sure Rosalee was joking. I had trouble understanding why, if she was so good at her.