When he was eighteen he was hopeful that his long term girlfriend, Sandra, was going to give him a hand job at the end of exam celebration party. She'...d been hinting at it all week. This, believed Toby, would be his entry into the sexual world, there would be no turning back. But something happened the night before he left for the party, something unexpected, something that was to invade his sexual thoughts for years to come.An hour before he was to leave for the party he stepped out of the. For the rest of theday, for whomever we meet... NURSING BRA and THIS? Or work-out bra and this."She made her point very well. That nursing bra... throughthis blouse... nothing would be left to the imagination,the little bow between the bra cups, the sliders on the brastrap, the fact that it was a back-hook brassiere, and thatthere were four hooks... all theses facts would bedisplayed to all I meet... I continued to whack off... andsavored how humiliating and exciting that would be.... "Once he got like this, he sort of lay down on her back and started pushing." I put my weight on her back and made some thrusting motions with my hips. Since my finger was pointing about where my dick would have been, it was brushing back and forth past her crotch.I couldn't believe what was going on. I was actually touching Kathy's private parts! My mind felt like it was going to blow up, and so did my dick. It brought me back to reality when she said, "Okay. I guess you're right. But I don't. I reached down, and grabbed the, still-wet, towel that Becky had worn, and wrapped it around my body, just as she had done, exposing a little cleavage, and riding just halfway up my curvy thighs. It smelt of her. I turned towards her vanity, looking in the mirror. "Hi! I'm Rebecca McCay," I put one foot onto the stool, letting the towel fall open, showing one thigh, "but you can call me Becky."There was a knock at the door. Assuming it was Becky, I adjusted the towel, to make myself more.