My tits were coming in very nicely, thank you, and I was not averse to letting some of the boys play with them in a dark movie or at a party in someon...'s basement — where the boiler room was always dark. One night I even gave one of the boys a sort of hand job, rubbing his hard on from outside his jeans until I felt him cum. It was a good thing that it was his sister's party, so that he was able to sneak upstairs and change. When I left the party, he slipped me a baggie with his cum soaked. There were clusters of diamonds every three inches along the chain and a large brooch at the bottom that was encrusted with diamonds, rubies and emeralds. That day she wore a simple white blouse, tucked into a black leather mini skirt. In college the one thing she had done for herself was to indulge in fancy underwear. She had made a habit of buying the flimsiest panties, all of lace and silk, many of them in the thong style. When she went shopping for panties, she mentally thumbed her nose. I walked up to her and whispered into her ear. "Hello again, my sweet." I heard her sigh deeply. I knew now that she did actually remember me. She cleared her throat and slowly turned around. I smiled at her, and took her into my arms. I hugged her tightly, and she embraced me as well. She looked happy to see me. I was so pleased. I was worried she wouldn't welcome me back. However, she had such a forgiving heart."I didn't think you'd ever come back to see me." She said, holding my hand. "I. I could smell the beer on her breath and then a cheap aftershave. I knew she was dancing now since she was coming home sweaty. I would ask her what she had done but she would just drawl, "relaxin'."The first time she kissed me and it was sweet feeling her body on mine. Then the evil green monster of jealousy stepped in — I wasn't immune to it. I was human!She would come home and try to kiss me with the beer on her breath, her beautiful hair smelling of cigars and stale cigarette smoke. I would.