" That's funny Emily! I need practical ideas only please!" No. I'm serious. You can wear my shirt!" You crazy?" Andrew said. "First of all, I'm not we...ring a girls shirtto college, secondly it wouldn't even fit me anyway." Whoa hold up there sweetie! A girls shirt too good for you?" she saidraising an eyebrow. "And I'm not about to give you my pretty clothesdumbass. I have a couple of large comfy plaid shirts I wear around thehouse. They'll fit you and they're sorta boyish anyway." What? No. Claire said nothing, didn't look at me and just walked in her steady pace. We got into the car and i was just about to turn the ignition, when Claire took my hand. "Tomorrow, we'll go to Kim's and Pierres. We are expected at 10 AM. There you will find out what we talked about". "WHAT" i shouted. "Please don't ask anything, don't say anything, just trust me and drive". I just sat there with my eyes closed, thinking about what Claire had just said. Trust me? Could i? There had never been a moment. Over the past year, Jessica had started working out and she had lost at least 40 pounds. I had seen her a bunch of times in a bathing suit, but she always wore a one piece and some kind of dr****g around her waist. This was the first time I had seen her in a bikini. She looked amazing. Her arms and legs were toned, she had nice, c-cup breasts and an thin, hourglass shape. Her breasts sagged a little, but they still looked good in here bright yellow bikini top. I couldn't stop looking at her. I. She felt an uncharacteristic eagerness to explore this one. She’d never been eager to deal with one before. She had expected a white man’s tool to be different, and was both happy and a little apprehensive that this one was both longer and larger in diameter than the others. Water dripped from it. There was ample room for her small hand to grip it and move several inches. An ache in her loins anticipated feeling this longer, fatter thing stretching her. Somehow, she knew that would happen. She.