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Jan
29
One of my ex-girlfriends had a wonderful pair of large breasts. Beautiful creamy white orbs, capped with bubble gum pink nipples that were perfect for nibbling on, and I fucking loved them. She happened to have a best friend back in her home town that she talked to - and about - constantly. Up until a year into our relationship, I only knew her friend from her stories, her Myspace page, and the photos my ex showed me when they vacationed in Vegas just before we met. She was very attractive - brunette (whereas my ex is a blonde..), bright blue eyes (like my ex…), and boobs that appeared to be at least a full cup larger than my ex’s. During a night of sushi and drinking, my ex revealed to me - totally out of the blue - that she has fantasized about having sex with her best friend, and has had that fantasy for some time. She had long ago confessed to masturbating to lesbian porn on occasion, and had never really thought of herself as “bi” until a her confession to me. She asked if I thought she was weird, and I replied, “Are you friggin’ kidding me? That’s beautiful.” I really don’t think she understood that I was hoping to witness the event - if it ever ended up happening at all. I did meet her friend a few months later, and I couldn’t keep my eyes and thoughts off of her breasts. I never saw those tits bare, but I did see them in a swimsuit, hard nipples and all. Three years after breaking up, and I still masturbate thinking about what it would look like if my ex actually had her deepest fantasy fulfilled.

One of my ex-girlfriends had a wonderful pair of large breasts. Beautiful creamy white orbs, capped with bubble gum pink nipples that were perfect for nibbling on, and I fucking loved them.

She happened to have a best friend back in her home town that she talked to - and about - constantly. Up until a year into our relationship, I only knew her friend from her stories, her Myspace page, and the photos my ex showed me when they vacationed in Vegas just before we met. She was very attractive - brunette (whereas my ex is a blonde..), bright blue eyes (like my ex…), and boobs that appeared to be at least a full cup larger than my ex’s.

During a night of sushi and drinking, my ex revealed to me - totally out of the blue - that she has fantasized about having sex with her best friend, and has had that fantasy for some time. She had long ago confessed to masturbating to lesbian porn on occasion, and had never really thought of herself as “bi” until a her confession to me. She asked if I thought she was weird, and I replied, “Are you friggin’ kidding me? That’s beautiful.”

I really don’t think she understood that I was hoping to witness the event - if it ever ended up happening at all.

I did meet her friend a few months later, and I couldn’t keep my eyes and thoughts off of her breasts. I never saw those tits bare, but I did see them in a swimsuit, hard nipples and all.

Three years after breaking up, and I still masturbate thinking about what it would look like if my ex actually had her deepest fantasy fulfilled.

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I once saw a girl who had a tattoo right above her cooter in the shape of a kitschy diner sign, like one of those elaborate neon jobs that were common at greasy-spoon joints back in the 1950s. The artist was pretty good, and made it look as though the neon tubes were aglow, advertising, “All You Can Eat!”, and that her pussy was “Open 24/7”, complete with light bulb festooned arrows pointing the way to her pink buffet. I thought it was genius. A direct message, “Eat me!” And it was an elaborate and fun way to get to the fucking point. Why else would you be close enough to her pussy to read it? Anyway, this young lady’s cute tattoo is just as direct, but advertising something else entirely. And instead of arrows, she’s got tiny little animal footprints leading the way. Beaver tracks, maybe?

I once saw a girl who had a tattoo right above her cooter in the shape of a kitschy diner sign, like one of those elaborate neon jobs that were common at greasy-spoon joints back in the 1950s. The artist was pretty good, and made it look as though the neon tubes were aglow, advertising, “All You Can Eat!”, and that her pussy was “Open 24/7”, complete with light bulb festooned arrows pointing the way to her pink buffet.

I thought it was genius. A direct message, “Eat me!” And it was an elaborate and fun way to get to the fucking point. Why else would you be close enough to her pussy to read it?

Anyway, this young lady’s cute tattoo is just as direct, but advertising something else entirely. And instead of arrows, she’s got tiny little animal footprints leading the way. Beaver tracks, maybe?

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Seems to me that whenever you see three sexy young ladies together, and they’re wearing nothing but underwear, something fun is about to happen - and the boys are not invited. Its cool, though. Sometimes, girls need pussy, too, you know.

Seems to me that whenever you see three sexy young ladies together, and they’re wearing nothing but underwear, something fun is about to happen - and the boys are not invited.

Its cool, though. Sometimes, girls need pussy, too, you know.