Game of show and tell
It began innocently enough. Just a friendly game of show and tell with Barbara, Jane and myself baring our boobs to compare our tits. It was close to midnight and many of the others were already asleep. Not us. We’d already finished a bottle of wine and were turning on to the sexy sight of each other. Jane’s a philosophy major who can find deep meaning in just about anything, including this horny peek-a-boob game. “This really is profound” she said drunkenly. “The three of us sharing our bodies like this. A merging of oneness.” Barbara was blasted with wine and pulled on her pretty pink nipples. “Cut that shit,” she laughed, “we’re just curious and horny” I agreed. Joining them before the mirror, we formed a semicircle, and I was in the middle. Barbara’s …