. who do you think I am? I'm... uhh... that's, like, alittle complicated.***Whew, thanks for sending Grogg into the kitchen. I don't, like, want him t...ohear this. Hon, I'm - yeah, I said "Hon." I know I don't, like, look it,but I'm... Jack. Yeah, Jack, you know, your husband.No shit, I can, like, prove it. Your birthday? May 12; you were born in... ahh, what's the next question? Okay, we met when I tried to pick you upwhile we were in line to see... RETURN OF THE JEDI. We... uhh... can I,like,. I felt my breasts push up again her and she rubbed my backwith her hand. As I stepped back, the irony wasn't lost on me as Iobserved how we were both dressed. Melissa wearing black ripped jeansand sneakers, with a "Bon-Jovi" t-shirt, her shoulder length dark hairtied in a loose ponytail and no makeup, while I stood there in askirt, blouse and stilettos and full makeup. I went to the counter andbought us two cokes, and sat down at the table. Melissa laughed as shesaw me use a straw. "Don't be. And she gave me a big smile and winkedadding, ?Yes I know you would like that once we're in my flat? I should have been wearing something more practical than this two-piece suit,which I now thought was too revealing. I looked down and could see the topsof my firm tanned breasts heaving up over my white lace bra; they seemed largerand in doing so gave me an even better cleavage; also revealing some un-tannedflesh too. I was soaking wet at just being here, I knew that nothing wouldhappen I kept. After I settled in, got comfy, got my lap top out, and book, my internal clock kicked in and I soon realized I didn’t get to masturbate that morning! I was sad to say the least, but I was also very horny! Being on my lap top I soon zoned out from the class and was reading erotic stories and getting wetter and wetter by each line I read. Reading all these stories I couldn’t wait for class to be over with, so I decided to take of myself right then and there, but how, I wondered. I got an ingenues.