"Yes."I paused. Could they really be friends? I dismissed the idea—he was paying her."Friends. So that's what they call it these days?" I asked.She ...aised her eyebrows. "What would you call it?" An 'exchange of services' if I'm being polite. 'Spending time with a hooker' if I'm not."She stared at me, unfazed by my verbal dart, and then chuckled, low and throaty.My eyes narrowed. "What's so funny?" You. You're what, twenty-two?" Twenty-three. And what of it?"She nodded. "You must be the new. A white bra and a white thong. I brought a wooden chair from my kitchen over to the center of my living room and sat on it, my front to the back of the chair and my back to the camera. I turned my face around and moved it while I looked at the camera, sometimes moving my hair around. That's when Michael suggested something."Maybe you could take the bra off and go topless?" he said.I didn't say anything for a couple of seconds, simply pondering the idea. Jeff, Colm and Anthony all nodded in. .. BEVERLY is under-the-gun with homework." I snapped to, when I realized it would easily be two hours before my Mom would show, so I willingly said OK.As we were coasting down the hill, I was giving this girl the once-over, and realizing how much bigger her tits looked than before. I can't fully explain it, maybe some of you guys will agree with me on this theory – a girl with shorter hair, well ... it just makes a good rack look even bigger. Then a few seconds later, I watched her turn right,. She was struggling with some of the buttons. I let her struggle and did not offer any help.She was in no mood to waste any time struggling. With one firm jerk, she tore the remaining buttons and was planting kisses all over my neck and chest. It was my turn to sit back and enjoy. Her hands were now exploring inside my pants. She touched my dick from over my underwear and then suddenly her hands were inside it holding my erect dick in her hands.For a moment, she looked at me and I could see the.