, she looked much younger and was also smaller all around. D.J. was 3 inches taller at 5'10", compared to Steph's 5'7" frame. Steph's breasts were bar...ly an 'A' cup where D.J.'s were an average 'C' cup. They were both beautiful, and I wasn't one of those men who went gaga over large breasts anyway. While they continued to kiss which I thought was sexy, I leaned in and managed to use my tongue and lips to get a nipple from each of their closest breasts in my mouth to suck on.I felt them writhing. Not the man who raised the oyster to his lips and extended it for her to judge its freshness as she passed by. Nor the cart of tonics -one for every ailment known to man- as it rattled across the street. Her eyes were focused on the truck parked two blocks down. She knew every corner of it by heart -the bed lined with scratched wood and filaments of hay, its taught leather seats, the smell of his tobacco that lingered even though the cabin was open to the air. Her heels clicked unsteadily on. Im tired of your shit. Why cant you just get your life together instead of being a totally irresponsible bitch? I waited a second for her to reply. However, her response was not the one I had expected. What are you doing here? she asked. And why are you naked? I sighed. It was so typical of her to avoid anything to do with responsibility. I said shut up! I repeated in a more forceful voice. This time, she listened. Realizing I had her full attention, I decided to proceed with my plan. Ive. "We could go to my place," Larson said, his voice thick and his eyes passion-laced."Okay," said Rachel very nervously, because she knew what was gonna happen once they got to his place.Larson's house wasn't very far away, and Rachel was grateful for its warmth once they had stepped inside. She sat down on the sofa as Larson switched on the stereo. Larson then came over and sat down next to her, putting an arm around her waist as he began to nibble and lick her earlobes and then her neck. Rachel.