.. Several months after moving, she told me she recieved an email from a stranger claiming to have her email from another girl and included a picture ...of his BBC. She said it was big, but she deleted it and that was the end of the conversation. A few weeks later she said she got another email from the same guy and he sent several pictures of his BBC. She asked me if I wanted to see it, but I said no. A day or two after that, we had been out having fun with friends and enjoying drinks. We went. So I just gave her the regular "uh-huh" response to let her know I was paying attention and let her continue. "We seem to be getting along well. I know I like you, and I hope you like me. I hate sounding like an insecure little schoolgirl... but I'd like to... I mean if you want to... "What is it, Tracy? You can tell me. What are you asking me?" I said, trying to coax the words out of her. "Dammit! This is hard! Ok, Rick, here it is - I'd like to see you again. I get so tired of sitting at home. Kissing again, but wasting little time, my hand moves to slide between her legs. Her legs part to allow my hand access to the center of both our attention. Sliding under the shorts and sliding her panties to the side I feel her smooth lips of her pussy. My fingers caressing them, as I part them to open them and slide inside her very hot and wet pussy as we continue to kiss. Our moans of pleasure are mixing between our mouths and between our breaths. Her hand reaching across to me, brushing my. “What did she say about that?”“Not much, except Brett won’t go down on her.” I replied.“Yeah, from what I hear a lot of guys are like that,” she said, as she wound another roll into the spool of the developing tank. “Seems hypocritical to me; they all expect us girls to lick and suck their cocks, but will they reciprocate? No fucking way! That’s what I like about you, Will, you are prepared to do things that give me pleasure; you always make sure I get to come. Now, from what I hear most guys.