I thanked him and we decided to walk the two blocks home. Mikey was such a sweetie and he just knew me so well. I began to anticipate each weekend and...as it approached, my cunt was soaking wet with the thought of who and how I would get fucked.One weekend Mikey got tickets to a home basketball game. Even though our Buckeye team wasn't too bad, it was not the best year and we were playing the league leader, Michigan. We had gotten a couple of cheaper seats near the visitor's section and halfway. I had something I wanted to ask his opinion of.’ ‘Well I am sure it….’ ‘Something very odd that I happened to see the other day. You see I saw this little butterfly: normally such a good little butterfly, so well dressed, neat, proper, assured and comfortable in her social scene. Yet the other day I saw this same butterfly dressed quite differently. I thought this odd, and followed my butterfly to see where she was going dressed so strangely and so erotically. And do you know where this neat. No-one there. She peered back into the darkened studio, with the desk in the centre on which she knew Mr Roberts would be perching in around half an hour, then looked back into the office. It was small, messy and disorganised but there was passion in that small space, scripts stacked high in piles and set designs pinned to the walls. Amy stood and absorbed room, not noticing the department door creak open and Mr Roberts stepping inside. After a moment she felt eyes on her and turned, seeing Mr. We were also more on the petite side.On the other hand, I had an advantage, my breasts were a cup size larger than my moms and I was younger which most of the men I've been with in the past year have said is what they love about me. My nine-teen year old youthful self.I was currently walking down the cereal aisle with my dad and I was completely ready for him to take me right at that moment. The store was cold and I had been told not to wear any panties.It was both thrilling and liberating due.