Y4H: Read Whitley's whole letter (3)

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Whitley's missive continues:

So I was waiting for all that stuff in court this morning, and I went out in the hall to stretch my legs, and there was this cop working security. A little taller than I am, a light brunette, with big broad shoulders and I think she lifts weights - and she had this amazing rack! D cups at least! Thought they wanted to pop out of that blue uniform shirt, and she was amazing. So I went up and I started to compliment her on her big lovely boobs.

Yep, that's Whitley all right.

And I asked if I could have a feel. And she said "sure." And I started to feel her boobies, and I kinda flicked my head over to say, let's go in the ladies room. So we did and it has a lock. And then I started feeling those sweet firm boobs, and I had to get those buttons open without tearing them. She was giving me this motherly smile that was just the coolest thing and getting me all wet. So when I got her shirt open, that cleavage was right in front, and I had to put my finger down it, and then we started kissing. We started soft but moved fast to hard. You can't take all day when someone might knock!

Well, you suppose that's true.

So anyway, I'm bouncing up and down and saying "I wanna see! I wanna see!" - so she helps me get off her shirt and bra, and there they are right in front of me. And I get my face right in her cleavage and start licking and biting and feeling those lovely boobs, and then I start sucking her nips and biting them, and pulling back till they pop out and it was just amazing. So I had to keep telling her, like, I love your boobs - I LOVE your boobs! And she's feeling up mine and I've got my shirt open (no bra! ha ha!) - and I kinda rub mine on hers but I just can't get enough of her. And I say let's party later, but I wanna eat you out right now!

And that's when she says, before you do any more, you need to know something about me. And I say, what? Are you okay? And then she says it - "I'm a hermaphrodite!" Can you believe it? A real hermaphrodite!




Fascinating story, and classic Whitley, but this - isn't - hel - ping! With trembling fingers, you turn to the last page.


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Advocacy Points 3
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