Girls it’s a bit harder. Get the wrong band, not be up on the latest apps they’re using and you risk looking like their mom or their teacher and t...ey close up. That’s kinda why I took myself back to the Girl Scouts. Don’t get me wrong GSA were great for me: the outdoorsy stuff; the confidence building and leadership stuff; heck even the cookies helped me when it came to setting up my own practise. I wanted to help other girls do the stuff I’d enjoyed, but I also wanted a chance to watch girls. "Mmmm, " she pretended to enjoy my tongue in her mouth. I felt her ass through her tight jeans."Let's go back to my place, " she suggested.And the trap was set. I could have backed away. I knew that the stakes were high. But, of course, the game becomes a lot more interesting when the stakes are high. I went with her.I'm sure she would have liked for someone to have seen us go in together. That would have made things easier. Nonetheless, she wasn't going to back down now. As soon as we got in. Scotty was dead tired for sure&hellip, Slowly he turned onto his right side facing her and smiled, Sarah, I love you so. How did you get here? Are you ok? Is everything ok at home? One whispered question followed by another poured forth. Sarah reached over and touched his lips. Be quiet. You are worn out, just rest. We will talk later. She turned toward him, moved closer, and cradled him in her arms, I can only stay about an hour so I want you to rest right there where you belong. I love you. She came over to my room, came around my table, and stood beside my chair on the right side looking at the monitor which was on the left side of the table probably thinking what an idiot I am. I looked up at her from my seated position and gasped – her breasts were at the level of my head and I felt my mouth opening involuntarily as to take them in. They were full, and I swear I could see the nipples through the soft blouse material she was wearing. Her tummy brushed against my shoulder as she.