We both sat and laughed together for a while, before he said “Well, even though I’ve seen and touched your pussy, I’m still not as lucky as othe...r lads” he said, smiling at me. I felt confusing, not knowing what he meant, but didn’t say anything, just looked at him with a confused expression. “Well, others have got to see and feel them big tits! They weren’t there when I had my chance” he said, pointing to my chest. I gasped and laughed at him putting my hands on my boobs, “they’re mine to. ” What to say and what to hold back? “He was my roommate freshmen year, but had moved out of the dorm sophomore year. He would throw these big parties at his place, mostly because he was twenty-one and could have booze there. And,” with a chuckle, “and because he was rich."His family owned something: I don’t remember what, or I never knew. They were rich beyond the whole who-gives-a-fuck stage. They were practically modern-day royalty.“He had a really big party at his place just before. I told her I’d pick her up the next morning, then she could spend as much time here as she had permission to be out for.“Permission,” I emphasised, “so there’s not the slightest chance they’ll think you’re missing and call the cops.”“Alright,” she said, “though they won’t - they don’t care where I am.”She called at quarter to eight on Saturday morning. I finished breakfast and showered, then by nine here she was in the garage again. She hesitated, got out of the back seat and stood nervously by. The fourth afternoon we were working and she was really nit picking. Connie was hitting the bottle pretty hard and was starting to slur her words. Tom was painting in one of the rooms and I went to the kitchen to check on Connie. She and I got to talking, I was flirting pretty hard and she was way drunk. I had Connie blushing and I started thinkin that she does not get alot of attention or flirted with alot. I started thinking that I might be able to fuck Connie if I played my cards right. I.