She even stopped asking me questions. Could she actually be turned on by this? A guy in women's underwear? I must admit it, I was a quite a bit larger... than average. After staring at it for a few more minutes, she handed me back my pants with out taking her eyes off my legs. I slipped them on and stepped into my shoes. As soon as I snapped my button and pulled up my zipper, the spell was broken and she looked me right in the eyes."So," I began timidly. "do I have to look for another job, or are. But I was. Something about him made me feel like a blithering mess. It could have been his expressive eyes or maybe the gesture of him running his hand through his hair as I hesitantly walked up to the trolley. I havent heard of most of the musicians on there and I quickly surveyed the trolley for anything I recognized. Where was the Mozart he talked about? After realizing I had been up there for a moment too long I quickly picked up my next safest choice, a classical album titled Bach:. ” It was Erin the bartender and her warm and friendly tits.“Hi Erin. I didn’t think that you were on the market.”What else can you say when a woman with a large warm personality is hugging you and crushing her large warm personalities against your back?“Why do I have to find out second hand that you and Lynn are doing the horizontal bop?”“Because, Erin, I am not the kind of guy to go around bragging about my good fortune or talking about the woman I sleep with.”“Well, first, I am so happy that. Debbie was the class slut, but she didn't just fuck anyone, oh no. Only the captain of the football team, or the best wrestler, or the tallest basketball player. She got to choose the jock, and even if they already had a girl at their beck and call, no one had never refused her, and never had she ever asked anyone but the top jock for a date... Until me.So who was I to be two firsts? Besides, I considered Debbie probably to be the only person besides Joey who could hold a candle to me in the.