Well, you know."She looked hard into Laura's eyes. She knows, Laura thought."I... I think your body is... fantastic," Laura stammered, swallowing, fee...ling sweat bead up on her forehead."I'm not that way, though," Brandi said, pointedly. "People think, you know, because we focus so much on body sculpture, on appearance, on narcissism, you know, that we're all dykes. But it's not true." She smiled at Laura, but firmly, as if to set things straight. "I'm not. I'm not one."Laura was stunned with. Josie was all worried, and wanted to know, where I had spent my last hour! Surely, I was frolicking around with that ugly black whore, so she accused me, and then begun to cry, that I didn't love her anymore! Now, that is a behavior that no bachelor may more enjoy than me - unfounded jealousy is always a welcome reason for a wicked game! Fortunately, the little gipsy put up a wild cat fight against my intention to try the birch twigs on her jealous nubile body - I had to sit on her to fix her. I caressed your face, my lips chasing my fingers, going down... down... I spread your legs and knelt between them, kissing your stomach while my hands were going up and down your legs. You heard me giggle and say 'see... that's where me being a hobbit and you being so tall comes in handy. My lips are on perfect height when I’m kneeling in front of you...' you laughed, but it was cut short when you felt my tongue tracing the entire length of your penis. My mouth covered your balls, kissing and. I'd skip college to see the horses at the traveling circus. I was horse mad and besides mum and I had argued most of the last six months. I used to hang around the horses, watching them, touching and feeding them, when given half a chance.I was sixteen going on seventeen and as naive as they come. I stood 5ft 8ins, long auburn hair, 36D - 25 - 34. I liked to be provocative so wore very short skirts, though mainly to get up my mum's nose. I never thought that I was good looking, nor sexy. No sex.