Bumping and grinding with thrusting exaggeration, she was the epitome of a burlesque artiste in her red stilettos and a white baby-doll diaphanous nig...tie. Theresa was accompanied, one on either side, by two athletic, young white guys, their oiled bodies gleaming in the footlights. The young studs, their white G-string pouches struggling to contain pronounced packages, were quickly all over Theresa and swiftly removed her speck of clothing, drawing it over her head and raised arms before. He drew back the cigar then slowly exhaled passed his lips, his expression unreadable. He turned from the window. She continued in a heated stomp along the sidewalk, never bothered calling another cab. Everything inside her seemed a fucked up mess. Why was she angry? Who was she angry with, herself or the author? She had no reason to be angry or did she? Yes, she knew it was a temporary set up. Yet, she was damned confused why he completely blew off getting what he wanted from the very. He takes one look at me and drops his tool belt and says he know how to fix that too. I stand up to help him pull his t-shirt off and I take off my robe. He reaches down and lifts my nightie over my head revealing my new huge tits. This is the first time anyone had seen them and I smile knowing Jimmy sees them but now he won’t be the one that gets to play with them. Steve takes me in his arms and kisses me passionately. He gently squeezes my big tits which are oh so sensitive. We break the kiss. Annie seemed to know how I felt and flashed me her tits and even her pussy. Annie was my older sister. Annie had dark hair and very nice tits. She had big brown eyes and a cute face. She and I had always been close. On this particular afternoon we were home alone and would be for several more hours. Annie and I were bored and sitting around talking. The conversation soon turned to sex and Annie asked if I had any luck getting laid or even seeing a girl naked up close. I told her no and asked.