Jen turned as I walked in and smiled at me.
"Beautiful photo," she murmurred, turning back to stare at it. "Very beautiful."
I could see that lusty look in her eyes and got a twinge of protective feelings.
"Hey!" I exclaimed in mock anger. "He's mine, hands off!"
Jen smiled at me, almost laughing but not quite. "I wasn't even looking at him, I was looking at you. This is a gorgeous photo of you."
"Oh," I laughed, somehow releived she wasn't checking out my boyfriend. "Wouldn't have mattered anyway, you can take him for all I care."
A strange look crossed her face briefly as she stood and sat on the couch.
"Trouble in paradise?" Jen patted the space next to her. As I went and sat next to her I couldn't help but notice that her skirt was still hitched high up on her thighs. They were so tanned and firm, disappearing up under her short blue skirt.
I sat next to her, passing her drink to her and placing mine on the coffee table in front of us.
"There's nothing to say about the relationship really," I speculated, staring off into space as she listened intently. "He's just a man."
"It's a problem you can't get around huh?" Jen took a quick sip then smiled. Her lips were shiny with the drinks moisture on them. "Love the cock, but gotta have the man too."
"Jen!" I exclaimed, blushing slightly, surprised at her crudeness. She smiled back at me wickedly.
"Who needs them anyway?" She licked her wet lips. "Nothing a couple of well placed fingers can't fix, huh?"
A naughty gleam is in her eyes as she waits for your reaction to her boldly sexual statements. Not wanting her to think you a prude you decide to play along and keep the conversation on sex.
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