.." Six and a half!" I erupted hotly. "Okay, so she isn't scrawny - you can't apply those rules to her body type - it's different! She ISN'T fat - she...s real muscular, generally! And she doesn't have your usual narrow babe face, but she's got character! She's at LEAST an eight - and that doesn't cover the intangibles!"I ran down, and Oscar sat there, grinning. I realized I'd been had, as Oscar turned his grin on Irma. "See?" Wondering green eyes shifted from his to mine, and I grinned. ”“Sooooo, ditch him and go see Chris.”Christie laughed. “I can’t do that.”“Come on Christie, you said it yourself, the guy isn’t anything special. Ditch him and go see Chris. He’s been in Iraq for how long? I bet he’s dying for some female companionship.” Christie was startled by this rather forward suggestion from her friend. “Hailey! What are you suggesting?”“Remember how you talked me into going out with Chris in the first place? I’m just returning the favor.”Christie was silent for. ..”again we both smile.My initial nervousness of meeting in person is soon forgotten as we chat in person as comfortably as we had chatted via email and messages, it felt like meeting up with an old friend and catching up...though my mind often wondered to other places, while my mouth continued our relaxed and comfortable chatting...I could not help but imagine the body that was concealed within the material of your dress, knowing what it looked like from pictures/videos, but knowing seeing and. Laurence's lap, just where the legs meet. He jumped, and swallowed, looking at me. I seemed not to notice where my hand was, and with the other, pointed out a portion of the page. Mr. Laurence tried to concentrate on the page, but the back of my hand kept pressing into his pants, and he was getting a woody. When I saw that he was hard, I rose, put the book aside it had served it's purpose and sat down right on his lap. My jeans were tight around the ass, and he was wearing nice pants with a.