Mein Spiel verfehlte seine Wirkung nicht, der Schwanz meines Gegenübers wuchs nach unten aus seiner kurzen Hose heraus. Ein wahres Prachtexemplar, so...um die 20 cm lang und ca. 5,5 cm dick. Also für Ghana eher die kleinere Kategorie, für den Anfang für meine Jungmädchenfotze aber wahrlich groß genug. Mit einem perfekt gespielten leicht erschreckten Blick öffnete ich die Schlaufe meines Armbandes, das mir jetzt nur noch lose über dem Handgelenk lag. Mit einem leisen „oops“ ließ ich es zu Boden. Are you ready?”I didn’t ask for what. I was fighting the battle of the boobs. This was the no win scenario that most men feared. I know, if asked, Jessica would say she didn’t mind me being distracted by Ginger’s boobs. But there is that fine line one must sometime walk where the amount of attention given must not exceed a line drawn in shifting sand. Simply put, Ginger’s boobs were pleading with me to be sucked. Though a fair size smaller than Jessie’s, Ginger’s puffy salmon colored nipples of. I decided to skip the panties. If I met someone I wanted to fuck, I didn’t want anything getting in the way. It would make bumping and grinding on the dance floor interesting as well. I made my way to the subway to meet the girls at the club. It was a busy night. The cars were packed and I ended up standing. With people getting on and off, I was getting bumped into and almost fell. I reached up to hold the bar. This caused my skirt to ride up. If it swayed just right, a little glimpse of ass. ..well your father will decide.” Then she was in the house. Sheryl held onto me, as Ashley walked up and took my other arm, and helped me into the house. They walked upstairs and into my room, and sat me on the bed. Sheryl took a napkin off my dresser and began wiping the tears off my eyes. Ashley went to the closet and pulled out a pair of or purple P.J. bottoms and a black T-shirt and laid it beside me. Bless them, even though we have all fought each other over the years, we always stood.