Christy then asked,"Well, why can she pull it off, but you can't?" Excuse me, here, Caitlyn. I don't want you to get the wrong idea aboutthis, but to ...be honest, it's because she's a very pretty girl." Oh, I take such offense!" Caitlyn declared with mock indignation beforeshe laughed.Casey nodded in agreement with Shane's description of Caitlyn beforeChristy continued, "Well, what makes you so sure that you wouldn't be ahot girl too?" Are you serious?" Shane asked as he heard some of his male. . Just calm, matter of fact, with a hint of disappointment. In other words he was playing me like a drunken fiddle. "Oh, well," he sighed.Well, I couldn't let that go. “Okay, but you can never tell anyone.” He nodded, so I undid my bra and let my heavy firm breasts free. The skin was tanned bronze with no tan lines. My areolas were about an one inch in diameter and my even darker brown nipples one third of an inch long. Outstanding breasts if I do say so myself.“Arms up,” he ordered.I raised my. We brushed lips lightly and I felt the telltale tingle of desire in my core. I couldn't stop staring at him. He was 25, virile and endearingly shy in the ways that were sexy. When he smiled at me, crinkling the corners of his bright blue eyes, my heart flip flopped in my chest.We engaged in small talk. How was my flight? How was my hotel? Gradually, the casual banter gave way to the familiarity we used in chatting over the Internet. I never missed an opportunity to touch him. His hand, his arm,. She also agreed with me saying this. I was starting to feel so excited at how Emma would respond to my touch in bed. I wanted it to be special for both of us and since Emma was one of my best female friends, I could think of no other woman I would rather share this experience with. She was loving, caring, intelligent and sexy. Holding her hand, we walked up the stairs towards the bedroom. This was a room she was already very familiar with, since we had spent many happy times trying on clothes.