I thought they were beautiful. My nipples were smaller and pinker in comparison but they were just as hard. As she took off her spandex shorts I watch...d, admiring the neatly trimmed triangle of pubic hair. She tossed her clothes on the sofa and again turned her attention to me. She straddled my abdomen and I could feel the warm wetness of her pussy. She was sitting with her crotch against the skin between my bush and my navel. She applied the lotion and expertly began to massage my stomach and. .. the next time ... when will that be ... in a minute, in an hour, in a day? Kiss me Rann.”“No, I don’t think I will kiss you, although you need kissing, badly. That’s what’s wrong with you. You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how.”“NOW, you’re quoting from GONE WITH THE WIND?”“Frankly, my dear Carol, I don’t give a Rat’s Ass.”“Oh, Rann. What will I do with you?“Give me about thirty minutes and I will tell you ... and show you.”“Goodie ... I’ve always enjoyed show and. Go ahead my boy, let me see what you are capable of.' Finally, she felt his spurts diminish in strength and capacity. The last few shots of more watery semen dribbled into her mouth, and she swallowed them triumphantly. Even he had finished spurting, Giselle did not let the bulbous head escape from her lips., but licked every last drop off his massive cock-head. At last, she finally decided to loosen her lips and release his cock. After she had regained her composure, she burst out laughing.. They're either too scared to speak honestly to them, or they think they're pigs ... or ... or ... oh, shit!" I said laughing, "I forget what the third thing was going to be."She laughed back. You could feel the ice cracking. "Say, you wanna go for a drive before class starts?" she said. "We've got half-an-hour."I was silent for a few blocks. It seemed like the smart thing to do. "So, you're a basketball player," she said, finally."Well, I'm a kid," I said, smiling. "Sometimes I play basketball,.