I just sat there as she walked up to me.“Why are you doing all this today?“You guys think that girls are weak and timid. I just had to prove that ...e’re not.” She sank to her knees in front of the chair. “You guys don’t think ….” she said spreading my legs. “that girls could touch guys did you? Certainly not that a girl….” She reached for my zipper and pulled it down. “Could kiss you there like I did.”. She delved inside his fly and found my underwear… she fumbled a bit but then reached. Her breasts felt the cold air, a contrast to the warmth building in her body. She looked to see him smiling as he again moved forward. His hands felt large as they covered her breasts, feeling her warmth shared with his palms. He could feel her nipples harden immediately under his touch. He moved his hand beneath her breasts, supporting her breasts with them as he leaned forward to kiss her neck. His lips moved slowly downward, brushing along the upper surface of her soft skin. The tip of his. Although I met lots of ladies I only approached a level ofcomfort with a very small percentage of the friends I made to enjoy a varietyof vanilla, kinky and down right deviant fantasy enjoyment. Before I realizedit, I was developing a few fetishistic tendencies, particularly when it comesto being called dirty names by nasty-mouthed sexy ladies. I found myselfsearching for ladies who enjoyed Domination/submission (D/s) fantasies andexamining a great deal of video and fiction containing. ’ She blushed, tugging the shirt down. ‘I need to change.’ ‘Don’t bother on my account,’ I said, grinning. Showing some humor for the first time, she stuck out her tongue and threw a napkin at me, before flouncing off to the bathroom. I was cleaning the table when she called out to me. She was standing at the door, looking back over her shoulder. ‘Barry? They’re not bikinis, it’s a thong.’ She had flipped the tail of the shirt up, showing that cute bottom in all its’ glory. Instead of being.