I ran my hands all over her body and started to work open the buttons on her shirt. Her shirt fell open and exposed her bra. She didn’t have huge bo...bs but they were very nice sized, more than a handful for sure. I rolled her over so I could unclasp her bra. The shirt and bra came off and I moved down to explore her beautiful tits. Her nipples were straining and poking out very hard. Her tits were firm and a great handful!I worked her tits with my mouth and started working my hand over her. "Get yourself some breakfast, and then meet me in the dressing roomwearing just some underwear. We'll choose you something nice forFran?oise."That got me thinking. What should I wear? What does she know? Is thisall some kind of set up to embarrass me? I decided to try to takethings at face value; after all she had treated me well at ?school'.=#=I met her in the dressing room wearing the black satin bra-slip mymother had bought for me, but that I hadn't had the chance to wear yet.Underneath I. High school girls really weren't my cup of tea. I tended to get excitedat the site of slightly more mature women. Nothing catches my eye morequickly than a well dressed M.I.L.F. on her rounds. My attention always fell to a particular region. I was definitely a"leg man" as they say. A nice pair of shapely legs with someinteresting footwear always got my motor revving. Tight, hose, andstocking clad legs would stoke my fires. Throw in a pair of high heels,or best of all a pair of knee-high boots,. .” she started to say, only to be cut off in mid-sentence.“Yes, I think I’d like that very much,” Jeremy interjected, his voice now conveying recognizable eagerness.“You wouldn’t feel more comfortable your first time with someone your own age?” Angela asked, wanting to be totally certain.“No,” Jeremy quickly replied, “I mean, I want to have sex with girls my own age, but ... I think doing it the first time with someone who really knows what they are doing would be a lot more fun.”‘That.