This is Connie Bartlett."I smiled. "Hi, Connie! How are you?" I'm doing well, thank you. And you?" I'm studying for finals, so I'm not entirely sure,"...I replied, with a laugh. "I guess I'll know in a week or so."She laughed as well. "Well, then I'll just make this call brief." That's OK. I could use a break." Actually, all I wanted to do was get the Behrs' phone number from you." The Behrs' number? As in their home number?" I was clarifying; this was a number she could probably have pulled from. We sat in our knickers and loose fitting t-shirts, that way when we bent forward out tits, small as they were, could be viewed without much effort, mind you, our vision of what stuck out in front of our chests, contrasted with reality, as we were still at the age of flat-chested adolescence, but we felt like women and our nipples, when viewed, were at least, feminine.Attired as such, was done in the safety of either of our homes, the other girl in question my school chum Amber, (not her real. Monday I made an appointment with an attorney and I was in his office Tuesday afternoon when I got the call from Claudine telling me that she was going to be working late. I'd already played the tape for the attorney so we both knew what 'late' meant.The mechanics were cut and dried. It was a no fault state so the assets were going to be split fifty/fifty and we both made comparable wages so there would be no alimony. Where I would make out on the deal was that our state was one that allowed. ” I try telling her but she interrupts me and says, “Then come over here a lick Richard’s cum off my tits.” “Gladly” I tell her as I stand up. “No crawl over here my submissive little slut.” She says. I stand there for a moment unsure is this really what I want. I debate it in my mind for a moment and decide yes it really is as I get down on my knees and crawl towards Michelle. When I reach her I go to touch her with my hands and she tells me, “Don’t touch me just use your tongue and mouth.