Her little nipples were burning with excitement."You did not!" Mike contradicted sharply."Oh, yes, I did," she assured him in a throaty tone. "Ask him...how he got his knees all skinned up. Damn garage floor is hard."Mike whirled away from her and stomped around the room. "Why'd you do that! My gosh, Harry Anderson of all people! He's such a skinny runt!" What else was I supposed to do?" Judy retorted. "He hauled me halfway across town on the back of a motorcycle. I was stark naked under a dinky. So we weren't stuck in his room with his crappy t.v.But then our sisters entered the livingroom. No one else was home. Their parents weren't due back for hours. They were both wearing these shrunken ribbed wife-beater t-shirts, bearing their breasts if not actually baring them. The hems didn't even cover their belly buttons, leaving all that delicious skin to the waistbands of their tiny panties.Here we'd been concerned with battling against an army of Nazi zombies.The controllers in our hands. I am sure you like my other things more. “Then she removed her skirt and made me smell her pussy through underwear.After that she removed them. “Now lie down while I am going to sit on your face.” I lied in the bed and she placed her ass on my face. She then lifted her ass slightly and said “This is the real meaning of Kiss my ass, slave. Kiss it.” I kissed it. She lowered the ass and said “Now, put your tongue out and lick it you maid fucker.” I licked the ass hole hungrily. “Did you like it?”. “Sometimes,” she answered, then went on with, “I miss having a man in my life, and that kind of thing.” I didn’t expect her to continue, but she said, “And sometimes I miss having a warm body in bed with me, and everything that goes with it.” She went silent for a moment, and smiled like she was thinking of something. “I’m surprised you said that, to me, anyway,” I replied. “Well, it’s part of life,” Stephanie said, “nothing to be ashamed of.” I didn’t answer, but it occurred to me.