My hand instinctively went to her shoulder, rubbing it softly as we kissed. Her hand running up and down my thigh as our passionate kiss intensified. ...y hand moving to her neck and side of her face, caressing her beautiful face, running through her long hair as we both taste each other's passion in our kiss. Soon I feel her hand again on my cock through my pants, only this is not just a feel, she is rubbing its full length. I reach up with my other hand and find her breast caressing it through. "Do you remember Heather Esposito?"It took Martin only a few seconds to remember the rather plain girl who had been part of Jennifer's wedding party. She had a nice personality but always let her looks overshadow everything else."What about her?" he asked."We got her laid the night of the bachelorette party." Good for her," Martin said, "but what's that got to do with anything?" We paid the stripper at the party to screw her," Jennifer confessed. "She never knew of course, but it did wonders. Well I have a lot of ambitions; I don'twant to give those up." You think you'd have to?" I don't know." Look, Charlotte. I probably shouldn't say this. But you can dowhatever you want. Okay yes, there is some discrimination againstwomen, I won't lie to you. If you go through with this, some guys wouldlook at you like an object because you'd be female. But most won't, andyou don't have to be around the other kind. Also with all that money Iimagine you could have any ambition you want. It's not a. It might be a little of what you think. I'm not that sure myself. Anyway, this goes back to our childhood. I'm four years older than Judy. I always had money; she never had money. I made her let me feel her up for a buck here or there. It used to embarrass the shit out of her to have to tolerate my hands roaming all over her developing body, fingering her holes, and pinching her nipples and clit. In a way, this is payback." Man, that's cool." Yeah, it got pretty heavy in my last year at home. I.