Who was she?”
“I didn’t go all lezzie. “Ok, you found it. I don’t know how many times we listened to each other fuck.” She was reminiscing again. Her breasts, barely restrained by the tight shirt made it more than obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra. It’s got a story to it, somewhat. “Really? I like the books though, that’s kind of kinky. I masturbate. You went all lezzie in college; you little slut. I had almost gotten used to Lex’s unannounced entries into my room. We had a double date one night, brought them home and fucked them both on the same bed.” She seemed to be enjoying this trip down memory lane. Jilling off for dummies I used to call it. She said she wanted to spare me the embarrassment of teaching me how to use it, but she had found this how-to video. Yeah, yeah, yeah; don’t change the subject.”
“Yes, I date.” It wasn’t a complete lie. You know, I’m ok, you’re ok, kinda stuff. Her breasts, barely restrained by the tight shirt made it more than obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra.
