’ She looked at me expectantly. ‘Oh alright, I guess I did deserve that punch, on some level.’ She glared. ‘Fine! I deserved it. I know I wa... wrong to keep it from you, but I never meant any harm in that. I just didn’t want you to think I was some kind of deranged psycho stalking you or something.’ ‘Too late,’ she retorted dryly. ‘You know what I mean…some kind of DANGEROUS deranged psycho.’ She chuckled a little at that. My eye was starting to swell, and I could practically feel it. Just think about it dude, wouldnt you just love to take some girl off the street and do things to her? Steve said as Michael took his shoot and missed imagining Steve doing things to his female body, thoughts like this have been invading Michaels mind for a long time it has even started to blind side him at times like this, missing a shot, at work, while driving, it came to a point where Michael just decided he HAD to tell Steve, he HAD to tell someone, ANYONE!. Steve man I got to tell you. There was an inch of exposed skin around her stomach. It helped that weeks of exercise at the gym left her with much less ‘muffin top’ than would usually be spilling out of a skimpier style of top, but the midriff look still made her uncomfortable. Cassie had oddly discouraged her from trying on this shirt at the mall. Instead, she opted to drape it over Reema’s body for a ‘quick test’. Thus, Reema never noticed how it actually fit. ‘I think it’s a little short,’ she weakly laughed as Cassie. I visited their apartment several times as well. During my first visit there, I met their two friends, Sandy and Bren. Sandy was in her early forties, the perfect mixture of classy and sexy, with breasts almost as large as mine, and about the same size as Susan’s. She had a very toned, fit, sexy body. She was married, no kids, and her husband didn’t know about her bisexual side. She’d had a lot of experience with that in college.Bren was in her early thirties, also married, two kids, and her.