Not for any other reason.We're just friends, he thought. I'm not interested in guys. Even strong,rugged ones like Charlie...He shook off that train of...thought."Good to see you Charlie! Ready to get me ready?" he smiled."Of course!" he smiled right back.He grabbed Charlie hand and walked him up to his bedroom where theyproceeded to have a fashion montage."Are you always this difficult?" Charlie laughed."I have to look good if I'm getting my hair done!" And your nails. Just put on a nice summer. I splash some out of the glass onto your nipples. You gasp at the cold, the white material of your blouse becomes transparent and your nipples harden even more. I let the water soak into your blouse briefly before calling to our waiter to bring several napkins. He rushes over with the napkins and his eyes move immediately to your tits. Looking at the waiter, I explain that you have spilled water on your blouse and ask if he would mind helping you dry it off. He looks at Me and then back at you. "She'll be tipsy after just half a glass!" The bitch in me muttered silently. If she got drunk too, she might even enjoy this giant cock with me, I mused and then a genuine smile, confirming the last two as definite fakes, beamed across my face. Almost a laugh, and him, stupidly grinning in response, very sure that he was the reason for it. He kissed me now. I forgave him almost instantly for the wine breath, reminding myself that I was probably capable of intoxicating a small rodent with just. I don’t think I had ever looked at my step-sister’s breasts or any of the other girls that I knew. I had been interested in bums and panties ever since I became sexually attracted to females.They say that you are a tit man or a bum man. I have always been the latter.I began to have sexual feelings for my step-mother and whenever I masturbated, my thoughts began to turn towards her panties. I then borrowed a couple of pairs from the airing cupboard and used them to help fulfil my fantasies..