Heather stared intently into my eyes. Her nipples were rock hard, and centered perfectly on her 36C cup breasts. She placed each nipple directly on to...my face. I took each one in my mouth and lightly sucked on it. “I’ve wanted you ever since we first met,” Heather remarked, sliding a hand into the top portion of her g-string. I knew I was crossing into a forbidden time zone, but I could not stop. Heather leaned forward and slipped her tongue into my mouth. It was at this point, I knew there. Little did I know in a few short years I’d desire to do more than just smoke with a loose woman. Mom followed the other rules laid down for smoke. She never smoked on the street, in another person’s house or the car, and only in a restaurant, if Dad was at the same table. But in the privacy of her home Mom smoked vast quantities, especially when she drank. Mornings found Mom with her pot of coffee and cigarette, reading the morning mail or newspaper. Afternoons would see her with another pot. It was a house party at one of my friend’s place. His parents were out of town on vacation , and time was ripe for a good night’s fun. I got in a bit early around 7 , and was making all the necessary arrangements along with the host. He and I were childhood friends. It was one of those Buy-Your-Own-Booze (BYOB) parties so we didn’t really have much to do. I asked him , “Who all are coming?” , he said a lot of people many of his school buddies as well ( we were from different schools)Paying no. With such attire, she could easily move from business bitch to sex goddess and back again with a shift in posture or expression."Shall we open some wine?" Emily asked, removing her jacket."Yes!" Connie chirped, closing the coat-closet door behind her. The glasses and a corkscrew were waiting on the coffee table. Emily was putting three bottles of wine next to them.Emily sat a foot away from Kim while Connie sat at the corner of the sectional, facing them, and began opening the first bottle of.