A person with alingerie dresser so full of feminine intimates does not go by the nameof James.I told her my girl name is Jamie. "What a fuckin' surpri...e, faggot.Having bras and panties and tights, and girl's two piece swimsuits. Whatother little surprises are you going to tell me about? What the hell didyou invite me over here for? Were you looking for something other thansex? Were you going to steal my panties or something? Women don't inviteother women to their homes for sex. Were you looking. More like the other way around, if you think about it.” She stifled another laugh.She’s right about some of it, at least. I should have known she’d laugh, though.“Okay, but seriously. You were right, that is fucked up. So yeah, okay, I see why you’d need a day off after that. But then what happened with—oh wait, you said—but ... no!” Ayanna looked scandalized. “You didn’t! Tell me you didn’t do what I think you did!”Alaina smiled weakly again. “There were circumstances?” She said, cringing. She then pulled my top down so my breasts were exposed. My nipples were already hard from the cold water. She leaned down and started to suck on one of my nipples then the other one. Her hand then started to run back down my body to my pussy. She started to rub my pussy over the fabric of my swimsuit. I wanted so bad for her to move the fabric aside, but didn’t want to rush anything. At this point I had forgotten all about my cousin Kim, but I would soon be reminded that she was there. Beth. ‘I … I need to … my car.’ ‘You’ve had two double Black Jacks. I’m not letting you drive. Now, give me your address.’ Tinker drove across town, eventually passing streets he never travelled unless he was on a service call in his work truck. But then he would be more likely to need his climbing spurs. He was more familiar with the alley and utility poles behind the houses than he was the front doors. Clutching a business card in her fist, Beth left Tinker’s truck with his words ringing in her.