A boyfriend was someone that you wanted to kiss, and eventually go all the way with. I was no stranger to those feelings and so far no guy had been pa...tient enough to get through the shyness other than Ethan, and I just wasn't sexually attracted to him. Part of it was the fact that my parents thought he was the greatest thing on Earth, but another part was his chest hair. At 15 he had more chest hair than most guys do at 25 and each year he got hairier. I hadn't even kissed a guy, much less gone. I looked in the mirror and gasped! She then dressed me and did my makeup, put me in a pink corset, pink G string and stockings garter belt and everything. Finally a collar and a neckless saying “Sissy Bimbo” and she cried “Perfect! Now follow me my dear little whore” She told me to put on the 6 inch heels and follow her. I did up two flights of stairs where I could hardly walk! I followed into a room, lovely furnished with some sex toys s**ttered around. A black pedestal lay in the centre and. Jim was into ‘exploring.’ Not in person, just by mail. And so was Sally. If we were interested they would write further next time to tell more about themselves. Well, we were more than interested. I wrote back immediately enclosing photos of both of us (nude, but without our faces being exposed). Gina was as ready for it as I was–and yet, we had no idea where things would head. We were just ready for an erotic adventure, and Jim & Sally gave us one for the next two years. I was thrilled to see. . . just enough that her rigidly erect nipple could stab into Bobby's chest as it threatened to burst through the thin material of her tight T-shirt. She had been doing everything she could think of . . . to get Bobby primed and ready . . . to fuck her. Bobby kept sipping his beer and tried to keep glancing at Jamie 's firm young titties without being obvious about it. He wanted to just shove his hands under her shirt and squeeze her round ripe chest apples. But he too . . . was a virgin.