Without even realizing it, I had become one of the girls. And I love it.Girls will be Girls. For some reason, it's always been easier for me to relate... to girls. First of all, since I like doing a lot of things that have traditionally been considered 'girl' activities - like collecting stationery, practicing flirting, and doing makeovers - hanging out with girls is just more fun. Plus, I could never do some of the wonderful emotional sharing I do with girls with my guy friends. (Which is too bad. Em laughed. “Well we probably should but I never go over someone’s portfolio on a first meeting.” And he said: “Neither do I. But I just think that this might be one time to break that rule.” He touched her lightly on the arm again. That’s when Em knew she was going to break the rule too, even though she was still wondering why. “OK,” she said. “We should leave the lunch separately.” She smiled and giggled. She thought, "I sound a little nervous." Then she said, “It wouldn’t do for people to. Squeeze em together, He instructed. I did so and he immediately pressed his dick to the base of my breasts and started titty fucking me just like that. I repositioned myself, keeping my tits in fucking position and I reached down to take care of myself while he got his own kicks. Knowing my anatomy very well, I hit the spot right away and went to work. I felt his hot meat work its way in and out of my cleavage, soaked with sweat and pre-cum, and that sensation combined with the best. And his cock! Then I slowly and gently settle down with my gusset on his mouth. Harold’s dick twitches and grows and his hand grabs it. “Oh no, no no, Harold!” I chide, “No touching cock please!” And I pull his hand away and guide him to my nipples which he begins massaging gently. I settle even further onto his face and my bum cheeks open out and seem to melt over his cheeks. My whole crotch is now poured over his mouth and nose and I can feel his breath going through the panty material and up.