She ran her own PR Agency, so she was no dumb blonde, but on the odd occasions I'd met her, there was something about her that jarred. I couldn't put ...y finger on it for ages until I realised that she was a bit too much like Charles. One of the chosen few: beauty, brains and success. Again, there were no obvious flaws.I suppose I'm a bit odd that way. I like my friends to be more human, more ordinary, if you will. You need a blemish or two to keep you humble, in my opinion. I have enough. At ME!!Blushing furiously, I took off down the street, running back in thedirection of Campus. Crowds of shoppers blocked my way. A traffic lightchanged against me and I stood cowering on the street corner, hugging mychest, hearing the snickers and whistles. Someone pinched my bottom asthe light changed, and I scurried across the street, my butt swishing asI raced desperately back in the direction of the house where all mytroubles started.Then, as I was just getting back into the off-campus. ” Judy smiled. “I see you’re like my boobs,” Judy remarked. I immediately apologized. “I’m sorry,” I remarked, “I really am.” Judy chuckled as she stood next to me, blocking my way out of the corner of the kitchen area. “That’s OK,” she replied. “That’s what they are here for . . . to look at.” I was embarrassed. “I wasn’t trying to look-” I replied. Judy cut me off mid-sentence. “Do you like them?” she asked. I was not prepared for the direction our conversation had taken. “Yes,” I. Undaunted, Bruno kissed her and she surrendered to him permitting the jeans to slide down to her calves and then her ankles, and then with a flick of her foot, to the floor. The panties were torn off her with two violent jerks as his hunger rose. Neither noticed that they had been rendered unusable. Nor would they have cared if they had. They continued kissing with his hand between her legs, and then Ginger covered his hand with hers, pressing it hard against her vulva as she moved up and.