It's heat instantly enveloping her smallish breasts as they surged from the cloth that once kept them. A slight slip of her finger across the pink har...ness and then quickly through her hair. Pulling her head back further. Staring straight at them with a frightened eagerness. presenting an image of Amadine golden hair, hand buried between two slender thighs, hips rising only to fall and rise higher still. Breasts firmly pointed at the sun, head twisted to gaze back, eyes wide at her coalescing. Mind you, I was not and am not gay, but it's now clear to me, that even as a kid, I got a charge out of being stark naked in front of somebody else.The first couple of times my cousin slept over one summer, I waited until we were going to hit the sack to strip, but as he spent more and more nights over, I started stripping earlier and earlier. After awhile, I was totally naked in front of him from the early evening until the time we left my room the next morning. If I had to make a bathroom run. She was about 25 with a baby and on again off again boyfriend that I eventually became friends with. She had dark black, wavy hair. A sultry Italian look mixed with a generous dose of Jewish American Princess. She was trim, a petite five foot three and maybe ninty five pounds. Big, pendulous tits, with huge areolas and jumbo sized, pencil eraser nipples. Smooth, soft, white skin. Her ass was a marvel of doughy soft flesh that I swear I could leave finger impressions in. It was very shapely, if. Wine, of course, is always our guest of honour, but it never comes unaccompanied. The food is always different, depending on which of is hosting, Victoria with her decadent hors d’oeuvres, Kelsey with her simple snacks and myself with something in between. I piece together a ploughman’s board with red and white wine for my friends, who arrive just as predicted–Victoria just on time dressed in only the finest and Kesley almost an hour late in jeans and a t-shirt. We eat, we drink and we bitch.