The more I watched Julie’s breasts rise and fall, the harder my nipples got.It felt strange yet somehow especially nice; wrong yet delightful. As fa... as I knew I wasn’t a lesbian but I was getting really turned on. Slowly, deliberately I changed my movements so that my fingers were more at the front than the back. Now I was more rubbing up and down rather than side to side. I was sure that any second Julie would sit up and tell me to stop and yet to my surprise she didn’t.Instead she slid down. . Well that's not exactly true" and she said "I didn't think so". I continued "It's actually only nine and three eights inches, but nobody's ever called me a liar for an eighth of an inch."We're walking along, past an alley, when she takes my hand and says "C'mon." She drags me into what turns out to be a large courtyard of loading docks and dumpsters surrounded by multiple unrelated office buildings. It's amazingly clean and tidy. (Thank you, Browning-Ferris Industries.)She pulls me between. Dr Sam Browne opened her front door wearing a short white sundress, her dark chocolatey brown nipples and pubic triangle clearly visible through the thin cotton cheesecloth.She took my coat and Debbie’s, giving our arses a playful slap, admiring our underwear - Debbie was only wearing the junior Black Lives Matter panties Bill had given her last week and the rather more sophisticated pair for me that had arrived by post.Mine were made of the same fully transparent fabric, covered in images of. Yes, I had it bad for here, what young man wouldn’t? After a short while, Maggie began to undress as she walked. First, she pulled her short, thin, yellow summer dress up and over her head and let it fall to the small branch and leave covered ground. Now only wearing a small thong that seemed to be perfectly painted on, framing her perfect, little ass, she took a few more steps and then stopped. Facing a large tree, she placed her hands on the rough bark, arched her back and said, “Come fuck.