We kissed deeply for several minutes. I wanted so badly to put my hand on her fabulous breasts and to feel for myself those hard points of flesh, but I wasn't THAT bold. Eventually, Erica took my hand and forcibly placed it right on her breast. I stroked her mike in brazil and kissed her hungrily. "Wait a minute," she said, pulling away slightly. "Sorry, but could we slow down a mike in brazil little bit?" "Sure," I said. If this took all night, mike in brazil I wouldn't mind. "Thanks," she said. We finished off the joint, not saying much. "So," Erica finally spoke. "I'm curious. What do white boys like? In a girl, I mean. Do they like tits? Ass? What?" "Well," mike in brazil I said, extinguishing the roach in an ashtray.
I finished while they talked about their son and his splashing, and she handed him the baby as I gave him the towel I was still holding from when I originally came in to take the baby out of the mike in brazil tub for her. He left to dry and diaper the baby, and we smirked a little at his obvious insecurity. She was annoyed and said he wouldn't understand that women do these things with/for each other even if they are ‘straight’ or not lovers. She scooted down into the water to wet her hair preparing to wash it. I said what the hell, thinking we were already in trouble for him ‘catching’ me wash her back, and I took the shampoo and rubbed some into my hands.