"Right" the girl said inserting the bra fillerinto Paul's bra. "You need to get them right, you need to get thempositioned so they sit properly or you...look like some Granny with saggytits" She inserted the other and stood back to look. "Make sure they sitjust level with muscle at the side of your armpit. That's great. You cansee in the mirror". Paul turned round and looked in the mirror behindhim. "Wow!" he said as he looked at himself. His hands cupped the breastsand felt them move as he. My finger felt her pussy lips through her panties. "I AM listening to you. I told you we can go see that. Tell me what you did today." Ahh, she was stalling, she didn't want me to stop. I continued to tease her, only touching her through her underwear. She opened her legs wider. "Really, " she continued to pretend to listen to him. With a grin she unbuttoned her shorts for me. She lifted her hips and I slowly slid them off. "Baby, you know I know nothing about cars, explain it to me, I'm all. It really helped me the night that the two black football players decided to show me a good time in the women's showers after hours. If I had stayed in my own little world of being innocent Samantha, it would probably have been a real rape with me as the suffering victim. However, all I did was pretend it was really Miranda and I knew she would be happy to be the cream filling in a delightful Oreo sandwich. I saw this as an opportunity to discover if black cocks were any different than white. It seemed a few really dull weeks were likely, especially as the first weekend found me too short of money to even scrape the train fare home. Saturday passed studying and watching sports on the TV, and eating a bad microwave meal, followed by a couple of hours drinking alone in the local pub.After a lazy Sunday morning spent reading the newspapers, followed by some lunch, I decided to do some work on the property outside, partly to ease my boredom and partly to catch some sun on a rare hot.