Friday night, you just broke up with your long-term highschool sweetheart, and you're headed to your buddy's place to meet up before dinner with the gang. When you show up, it's just his there. "Oh, I'm sorry, honey," she says, "they just left--I think they said something about meeting you there?"  Great. And of course, your phone's battery just died. "Why don't you come into the living room, I have a charger in there," she offers, leading you into the living room and onto the couch.  You've always had a thing for her. Who wouldn't? She's beautiful, with these gorgeous, full tits that she flaunts proudly. Once, you even heard your stepdad being chastised for staring at them after a PTA meeting! They're just so nice...of course, you try your hardest not to stare, sitting there on the couch, but she keeps moving closer, asking questions about your girlfriend. When you tell her you broke up, she puts a comforting hand on your thigh...maybe a little closer to your rising cock than is strictly appropriate? Or maybe that's wishful thinking. But she doesn't move it.  "I always loved having you over...hey, do you remember those pool parties?" she asks, grinning. God, she knows exactly what she's making you think of! She must. Those tiny bathing suits, the ones that held nothing in place, covered barely anything at all. She's smirking, her hand gently rubbing your thigh. You're going to break through your jeans at this rate! You can't help but take a look at her tits, her milky white, gorgeous full tits, when she starts to unbutton her shirt, toying with the fabric, drawing your eyes to her. You could cum just watching her fingertips graze herself! But that's not what she wants, you know that now. Now that her hand is snaking down to your fly, tugging the zipper down...