This gal who I had befriended in school was a sweet gal. Not very pretty, but good looking enough. Slim with a cute ass and small tits, and the silkie...st straight black hair I had ever seen. She was always teased and called a slut, even though she had only been with one guy once all through high school. It just happened that he was a football player and he spouted off about it all through school. Dick! I was always a friend and never tried anything with her. She was really a friend. I always. The nipples themselves stood out were already full and hard without my even having touched them yet, and they were long and really poked out on her small freckled breasts.She then pushed up my shirt and I pulled it over my head quickly. Judy leaned in and kissed me some more, running her hands all over my chest and brushing those hard poking nipples against me. Then she backed up and batted her baby blue eyes at me in unspoken questioning.“Oh, er,” I realized she was waiting for my next. I got some compliments from several colleagues that my mood was up, sadness gone and friendlier but at the same time a bit absentminded. ... if they only knew, if Tom, Jim and Pete onlyknew, “I had a little secret”, childishly windingthrough my head.Debra called once again on Thursday, just for a moment I thought she might cancel but no, she invited me, if I was up to it, to come over after work or later in the evening and sleep at her house, maybe a relaxing evening with an early night so we. “Yes,” he said. “Most people kind of pick up on that from my accent.”“Oh, I didn’t notice you had an accent,” she said with a laugh. “Now that you mention it, though, you do kind of round your vowels and twist your consonants a bit. Brittany, you say? Is non-synthesized music an important part of Britannic culture?”His eyebrows went up a little higher. Whoever wept, he thought. She holds two PhDs in cultural anthropology yet she is unaware of what a Britannic accent sounds like and that.