The front porch was classic in design but had been screened in someyears before. The slight breeze from the North was always cooler thanfrom the South...but pleasant. The girls sat after the large whickerchairs were circled around the matching table that Scott sat the trayon. He had his back to the girls and hoped they didn't see his ruffledpanties.It wasn't that they had seen them because they already knew what Scottwould be wearing. Although Sandy at every opportunity was bending downto. He was kind of a mystery to us all. We had academic classes with him but he was always kind of quiet. My bitches all agreed he was fucking gorgeous.Abby tried her best to seduce him at the beginning of the year. She said he acted like he was interested but he made a big deal about her being a year younger than him. That didn’t stop any other dude in school from chasing Abby. We talked about him. He was almost a dork until our senior year. He was that tall gangly smart boy. It was almost like he. Her saggy breasts hung over her pudgy belly and her erect nipples were evident. Margaret gave me the remote and let me pick out a movie. I was sitting in a recliner next to the couch. Margaret was sitting in the couch on the other side from me. I stared at from the corner of my eye and couldn't believe what I saw. Margaret was playing with her breasts. I tried not to stare and shifted so as not show the boner I was getting. Margaret was just watching the TV. While watching, I couldn't help. Double Six.FuckDave and Brian cheered, they knew they'd won. Their cheers were as much asense of relief as anything and while I'd lost, the cheers were stillthose of friends. In our time we had all done some weird stuff because ofthe dice.What they didn't know was that as I now lived in my own flat I spent manyevenings dressed. I had on purpose found a quiet flat with its own frontdoor and plenty of storage space. Over the couple of years I'd been theremy wardrobe had grown from the small bag.