“Could you grab the door?” he asked, snapping her back from her daydream. They entered the drafty apartment and stepped into the elevator. She sl...d the mitten off her right hand and entered her floor number. The yellow lights in the elevator flickered as they always do and the doors opened up to her hall. “Well this is it,” she said pointing to her door as she rummaged deep into the depths of her purse to find her key. “Would you like to come in for a bit?” “That’d be nice,” he smiled. . When we got to the front door it was slightly open.Dad led the way up the stairs. We’d both been in this house before but for different reasons. We got to her bedroom, I could hear her working her slit before we even walked in.She was on the bed. I gazed at her from head to toe. She seemed a lot more classy and a lot less desperate than the last time I had seen her. Her shoulder length brown hair looked conservative but the basque she was wearing was anything but. She was in fucking good shape. I named my first dog Fido."I chuckled. "The whole truth and nothing but the truth. Poor dog. You actually named him Fido?"Jerome grinned. "Yeah. How about this one? My first girlfriend was named Eloise Ruark. She was a freckle-faced redhead with large teeth and big bazooms."I laughed. "Jerome, you're incorrigible. Her name was Eloise Ruark. That much was the truth. The rest was pure fabrication. She was a blonde, I think, without a freckle in sight. She didn't have large teeth, but she did wear. You reach your nipple and let out a small gasp. It is very sensitive,and just that slight touch causes it to begin to stiffen. You rub itbetween two fingers softly, carefully. The feeling is enough to make yousquirm in bed. Your groin begins to tingle and you realize how turnedonyou are.You begin rubbing your breast more forcefully, letting out small gaspswith each pinch and twist. Your left hand snakes down your stomach, pastyour hips, and reaches for your painfully erect cock. Some part of.