... Emily, and I'm 19 years old. We are going to have so much fun together! What should we do first?" You look at the girl with your jaw dropped and your eyes wide open. If she wasn't leaning over to look at you, you wouldn't be able to see her face because her breasts must have been upper C-cups. She was wearing a very tight white belly button shirt/tank top, red short shorts, and blue sneakers. She also had brown eyes and was wearing her long brown hair straight down. You looked over to your left, and leaning against you shed was a huge gume bag that was probably half as big as your house, so you couldnt really tell if your shed was under it because it completely covered it. Then, in one swift move, Emily picked you, slammed her legs together(This actually made a breeze), laid down, and placed you on top of her left breast, on the tip of her nipple. You started to walk around on her breast. She started smiling at you. You then lost you footing and began to slide down her shirt until you get to her cleavage. You looked up at Emily, dazed. She started to giggle a little bit and then started to talk again, "Well, if you can't think of something fun to do, then I guess that we can ____________"
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