"You are not a freak, your boobs are beautiful and I love them and youare who you are" Babs stated. Babs was naked as well and stood next tome "look w... make a great couple" she said. In the cheval mirror was whatlooked like two naked girls looking back at us. Our breasts were thesame size, Babs were round and her nipples stared straight back out atus whereas my breasts tipped up and my nipples pointed out slightly witha silver bead each side of each nipple from my piercings. My breasts. It was the only relationship I was ever in where I was a sub, but I was willing to do anything for her as long as I got to fuck her. After a few months I met her one night in her car, a common enough activity for us which was generally after she had fucked someone else. On this evening she told me that she had fucked someone in the morning, and later she had fucked two other guys. I was so hard waiting to taste her, and when she pulled off her pants she was wearing panties, and she said I was. ”The exhibitionist in me is enjoying a male and a female watching me masturbating for them as I slide my clenched hand along the full length of my oily cock. I am rock hard and fighting to hold back what is going to be a mind blowing orgasm, but I want to cum after Ralph. Then Ralph is almost screaming in French as he blows a huge load. Before he is even finished I follow, I have been on the edge for so long. I am almost embarrassed at the noise I make as I moan, “So fucking good, so fucking. Are you still planning to retire to the coast when the time comes. Or has that ideal changed over the years? Nice to ‘talk’ again, Gaynor. I read it through three times. A couple of things bothered me. Being a good person, not looks, is what really counts. Is that some sort of reproach? Or does she think, after all, that I’m ugly but a good person? And retire to the coast? I couldn’t remember that plan but, then again, it’s some thirty-five years since Gaynor and I last talked. Did we really.