Mike was the only one who was not. Tears were streaming down his cheeks as he sat across the mini aisle from me. I looked at him, one of the guys who ...ad become one of my best friends. They had all been my best friends before, but now things were different. I rubbed Jackie's back a bit, and got up. I walked over to him, and sat down next to him. I rubbed his shoulder."Are you okay?" I whispered.He looked over at me, and the tears told me. Of course he was not okay.I slipped an arm around him,. But suddenly it all falls away, Lilou's hands move my hands from her hips, one at the time, not letting go of the reins, to her breasts. She turns around in the saddle and gives me a small kiss on the cheek. Her breasts are so firm. She is braless, and I can feel her nipples through the fabric of her top. I kiss her neck, daring now. I slide one of my hands under her shirt, touching her skin, caressing her body. My fingers are pinching her nipples; they harden from my touch. It's wildly. “Well, about Mrs. Winterbottom,” I continued. “She should probably tell you herself, but I think she is probably bisexual. Maybe she sees how sexy you are, and wants you as much as I do.”“Really?” asked Tessa. “That is interesting. She is a hot woman. Interestingly, that was something I was intending to tell you today.”“What, that Sophie is a hot woman?” I asked jokingly. “I mean Mrs. Winterbottom.”“No silly,” Tessa giggled. “That I keep fantasizing about girls, women.”“That is pretty normal,”. I was an East Coast guy, after all, a true Pennsylvania man. I liked my rye bread, my pastrami, my corned beef, my cabbage, and my cheesesteaks. I liked New York-style hand-tossed pizza, though I could see the appeal of pan or Chicago style. I liked a good Polish sausage and a street vendor hot dog with mustard and raw onions. I loved buying food from the Amish in Lancaster County and paying them well for their high quality pies. Culturally, I was more Atlantic City than Las Vegas, that was.