"When women talk to each other, in the absence of their more profoundly gifted, better-educated, and just plain smarter male colleagues, the women don...t confer. They don't exchange ideas. They don't even talk at all. They 'dish.' It means 'to engage in empty speech.'" Oh," Kim said. She probably doubted that I would utter such an insulting remark. But if Tess said it was sexist, then that's what it must be."Christ!" I complained. "Everybody has to throw off on the poor little white boy. I'm. ‘How big are your tits?’ I asked her. ’34 b cup,’ she replied, as she pulled her panty hose off her hips and rolled them down her legs. She stood back up and I drank in her beauty, her crotch was shaved and her pubes stood out. ‘Come over and put one leg up on the bed for inspection,’ I told her and she did. I ran my hand up her legs and towards her beautiful pussy. I spread it open and slowly inserted a finger and she moaned. I put my other hand on her beautiful, firm tits and massaged them,. “I know” she said. “We have to quit talking or they are going to hear us”. As she spoke, I could feel her breath on my neck. We were both a little sweaty and I noticed how good she smelled. Little did I know that this simple game of hide and seek would turn into the first sexual experience of my life. I wrapped my arms around her and gave her a hug, like I had done a million times before. I liked the way she felt against me. “I love you” she said. “I love you too”. We held that. I thought I saw him repress a smile and replace it with a much more intimidating expression.Rikki had only managed to get her jeans and bra back on. She had cleaned up her attitude, but her attire was stained in a few places and dripping in others.It was one of those moments when an explanation would have spoiled the mood."Your LICENSE."I produced the required plastic card and proffered proof of insurance with an appropriately somber expression.As the warm wind blew in from Rikki's open window,.