It made me feel like the sexiest woman on earth!By then Shane boldly put his hand in my hair and slowly worked his fingers down the front of my button...d blouse. Only seconds later I felt a hand on my back, going lower and lower down to my jeans skirt. It was Greg. Meanwhile, Dan kneeled down in front of me and studied my legs, rubbing them and squeezing my thighs with his powerful hands, inching closer and closer to my now throbbing pussy. I stood motionless and asked “what is going on?” Greg. He had about four hours before he was supposed to meet his coworker, Rochelle, for her birthday celebration at The Velveteen Lounge. He planned to have some fun with some random big dick brotha after the club, but he was a bit horny now. He decided to get dressed and walk down to the corner store.He put on his red head scarf, a shrunken yellow V-neck tee, black jeggings, and red low-top Vans sneakers. He threw his small coin purse with the shoulder strap across his body and went outside. He. Who would have thought that years at university would see me as a paper-pusher? Welcome to the real world!My stress levels were getting higher than my Inbox, and boy, was I looking forward to the weekend and some down time, no, "me time." The buzzing kept coming but she would just have to wait until I could give her my undivided attention.Friday finally came. "TFI, Friday" (Thank Fuck It's Friday). A short ride and I was home. I stepped inside and closed the door on the world. Way too tired to. He might say “tits” if he wants to talk slightly dirty. The more confident ones seem to know they can make my pussy wet even quicker by calling my knockers “tits” instead of “breasts”. It’s funny how among ourselves, girls my age use every raunchy word we know to describe our breasts, and I imagine guys are even worse. But in mixed company even having mine called “tits” instead of "breasts" is titillating. When the eight year old walked up to me, the seventeen year old boy next to me had.