#331377 - She gaped at me, clearly surprised by how quickly I'd adopted the degrading kind of language she'd fantasized about. The text said “I think it looks way better on me :(“ and it was accompanied by a picture of little Claire, wearing nothing but the shirt I’d given Rachel, in the almost the exact same position her sister had been, except that her feet were up on the bed and she had two fingers inside her bare little cunt, the lust and pleasure in her expression looking startingly, erotically, incongruous with her young face. I got a job at a coffee shop in Evanston near her campus and although we broke up pretty soon after it was probably for the best, because this coffee shop was an excellent place to meet young women.