“Oh, yes.” She hugged him with her pussy.“Well, I’ll print out a sheet with all our names. It might as well be in forty or fifty points; it’...ll still fit on one sheet of paper. They’ll be double spaced, and each name will start s line. Then you’ll cut them out with the paper cutter, though it’ll be only one sheet. The result will be long strips -- strips of all the same length and width -- each containing a single name. Do we have a hat? It couldn’t belong to one of the guys.”“We have Tupperware. Shortly after seven o'clock one Friday evening, I nosed my Blazer into a spot near the fountain and got out.I should explain that Clarissa is an acquaintance and not a friend; I work as a posting clerk and she has more money than God. She is, however, one of the few people who know every available gay female within a hundred miles, and she throws great parties. I was between—very far between—girlfriends, and I'd thought a party might lighten my mood.I was fashionably late; almost everyone else. A moan escaped her lips as the clamp bit into her tender flesh, her hands cupping her breasts from beneath, thumbing over her overly sensitive nipples. The sensation of the mingled pain and pleasure was almost too much to bear.She imagined Mr. Smith's hands trailing over her stomach and hip bones, then tracing over her thighs before inching slowly upward towards her wet slit. Her hands followed where her mind was taking her, and soon her fingertip grazed the slick entrance to her cunt.. The second landed on her face, and the third on her chest. "Welcome to my home," she said with a laugh. Stood and clearly wanted a kiss. Her soft boobs in my chest, I answered it. It both repulsed and attracted me to feel the taste of my own spunk in our kiss. As we broke it, all I could think was ask:"How big are these?"She smiled and said:"C-cups. Large C-cups. Not to small for you?" She knew I was a breast guy."Better than nothing," I smiled wickedly. She gave me a mock slap on the arm. She.