"You know, I don't even know how we became friends, except that we live close to each other. She is a brazen woman with the jewelry and the make up, h...r hair always being pampered. She wears loud clothing, talks loud, smokes and drinks and cusses. I am more of an introvert, don't drink or smoke, don't really mix with her crowd. It's almost like we are the Flanders living next to the Simpsons."You'll love it I swear," she was still holding me tightly and I could feel one of her nipples poking my. There’s no teasing today, no gentle foreplay leading up to the main event. You devour my tits as if you are starving. You squeeze them with your hands and suck hard on my nipples, stretching them slightly as you pull away. I feel your teeth grazing the sensitive tips and I cry out, forgetting my earlier fears of waking the neighbours.I start to move my hands towards you, wanting to touch you, to run my hands through your hair and encourage you to use your tongue to provide the kind of attention. .simple enough)Born in 1969, in the Denver General Hospital to Gary, and Mary at Nine Thirty three PM on November 23rd.When mom's water broke, and the contractions had begun Dad was already tipsy.Mom says dad had to stop on the way for cigs, and got so caught up in telling the cashier about my arrival that it took twenty minutes to get a damned smoke. In her impatience to get to the hospital, and Dad's inability to shut the fuck up in a crisis she got out to fetch the man.My head slid right out. She put on a tiny skirt and a bikini top. She looked just like one of those girls that dance at the stripper bar that I go to on occasion. That was it! I would take her to amateur night. As a joke once, I had a birth certificate made up that made Valerie two years older than she really was. Valerie loved the idea of competing at a strip club in front of a bunch of horny guys. She asked me if she could get completely naked because that thought really excited her. I told her that a few girls.