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I had always been a good girl. Well almost always. But so much led up to this one year where I became ‘bad’. Very bad. Very, very bad. It’s amazing what you yourself are capable of and the things you would do that you never thought you would. Sometimes it takes you by surprise. Sometimes one thing just leads to another and then another. Sometimes it’s like an uncontrollable urge, craving and maybe even like an addiction. I’m 23 now and engaged. Yes I am young to be getting married but I fell in love. Jim is 28 and makes a good living selling software. We started dating when I was 20. He was just my third boyfriend and depending how you look at it Jim was either my third or fourth lover when we first started dating. Okay before I go on I have to take a moment to talk about my tits. I love my tits. I am a 36DD. They are soft but firm and have a nice shape to them from any angle. They don’t droop. And my nipples aren’t too big or small. I have an okay face. I mean I’m not ugly but I know I am not drop dead gorgeous. I can’t stop Escort Bahçelievler a man in his tracks when he looks at my face. And my ass is nice but it’s not the main attraction, if you know what I mean. My tits are. My tits turn heads. My tits raise temperatures. My tits can get a man’s cock hard when I do a little bit of this and a little bit of that. Okay now back to the story.I dated my first boyfriend Mike when I was a senior in high school. Yes, I started dating late but remember I said I was a “good girl”. We didn’t ‘do it’ but we did a bunch of things. My first kiss. The first guy that got to play with my boobs. My first oral experience (giving and getting). But we never went all the way. My second boyfriend was Steve and he was 10 years older than me. I was 19 and he was a few months from turning 30. Steve took my virginity. He taught me so much and we both had lots of fun. But I wasn’t in love with Steve and our breakup was not pretty. After about a year I told him I wanted Bahçeşehir escort to end our relationship.Steve yelled and said some mean things to me. He would call me late at night cursing at me. He waited for me outside of work to convince me not to leave him. It was bad. One day Steve begged me to come over his place and I refused. Then he said his friend Carl would come over too so I would feel safe. I liked Carl. He and his wife used to hang out with Steve and me and we always had a good time. Carl was a few years older than Steve and was bigger than Steve. Carl came to pick me up (I had no car) and drive me over. Things got really ugly once I got to Steve’s place real fast. Steve started yelling and threw his own lamp against the wall. Carl jumped in and told him that it was enough. Carl and I left with Steve huffing and puffing. I was balling my eyes out. Carl pulled over the car and hugged me. You can guess what happened. The stress, tension, anger and sadness. Carl and I started Bakırköy escort bayan kissing. His hands were all over me. Carl pulled off my shirt and I knew what he wanted. I knew what he was thinking. Carl wanted to finally get his hands (and mouth) on my big shapely tits. I would catch him sneaking looks when he thought I wasn’t looking. Yes sometimes I would play it up. Make them shake or bounce knowing he was watching. And yes, I would even bend over to pick something up or tie my shoelace or just lean forward while telling a story knowing that he could see some awesome cleavage. Now finally Carl had my tits all to himself. He massaged them and sucked them and licked them and squeezed my big bad titties. I was in such a state of mind that I didn’t care that Carl was Steve’s best friend. I didn’t care that Carl was married and I was friends with his wife. In fact, a part of me was even more turned on because of these things. Carl found a secluded place to park the car and we both got into the back seat. This was going to happen. I made up my mind. The good girl was gone and for the first time the bad girl inside me was in total control. I mean it was like a switch went off and I became almost a different person but at the same time it was still totally me. I pushed Carl down and wrapped my big tits around his cock and tit fucked him.
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