We'd also been in a couple of school plays together, but we never managed to be in the same scenes.All I really knew was that I always thought he was ...bsolutely gorgeous, and I think he thought I was pretty hot, too. Still, the whole time we were in high school together we hardly even spoke to each other. I was always too busy with acting and cheerleading, then I hooked up with J.T., and that was it.Well, I sure noticed Dirk tonight, sprawled out on his back on the red leather sofa. He looked. But for both our sakes, I have to remain focused and strong. So I slip my hand beneath the scooped neck of your lightweight sundress and take your swelling right nipple between my finger and thumb. I heard your gasp, but I don’t think anyone else did…probably not. As your eyes opened and found mine, I asked you one question. I put my lips next to your ears and whispered softly, “Who owns your cunt, Amanda?” You gasped again as my finger and thumb rolled the hot pink tube between them. . Whew what a cock! We exchanged phone numbers, and after talking for a couple weeks.. We agreed to meet as friends only. I was not about to knowingly sleep with a man that has AIDS. He lived in Carlisle, Pa. About 2.5 hours from Baltimore with no traffic. Bright and early on a Saturday morning I packed a suitcase, and headed for a weekend exploring south central Pennsylvania, if nothing else. It was early summer so I wore my straw hat, thin aqua tunic top, off-white lacey bohemian skirt,. He also either knows or strongly suspects that we are dating other men in addition to him. This is all great because it keeps them super keen. Keeps them on their toes and working hard to impress, lol.There is a ‘type’ who we tend to play around with. The template is, old enough to be our father, married or maybe divorced, sexually frustrated. We can smell male gullibility and desperation a mile off and those guys (if they are brave enough to hit on us and if we suss that they also have money).
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