Missy and I were still together. Long blonde hair, five eleven in low heels, no titties, but tall and slender. My last couple of blogs have been about her. We dated from the time I was sixteen, until I was nineteen. She was twenty to twenty-three during those years. Not having breasts bigger than mosquito bites, she never wore a bra, and her button-up blouses were never buttoned more than half-way up, exposing her thick nipples to anyone who would look when she leaned over. In the summer, her shorts were way too short, revealing ass-cheeks that you could squeeze with both hands. If she weren't on her period, then she didn't wear panties, either, and she knew that the more skin she showed, the more I liked it. She loved to tease me, and I begged her to do it even more. 

to be continued.