“When shit like this happens, you think it’s going to be easy to put it behind you, but it’s not. Maybe I’m just not quite ready to let her go...yet.” It was difficult to begin to indulge the idea of a genuine breakup coupled with the complications of her situation. She didn’t have a built-in network of girlfriends to fall back on, if we parted ways. And on her own, she certainly didn’t have the funds to secure the kind of lifestyle she’d grown accustomed to. Once I had brought up the idea of her. .." murmured Matt.Dave extricated himself from Matt's cock and arse and reached down beside the bed, where he kept a stash of briefs. In a few deft moves he took off Matt's Jockeys and his own M&S bikini slip. He put the soaking briefs on the pillow between them, so that they could continue to enjoy the spunk aroma and to be turned on by what they had just enjoyed. Then he pulled a pair of well worn FTLs over Matt's legs and , with a bit of help from his briefs bud, got them into place. If. Ha-ha.”And she gave up after a bout a minute of attempting to make me break. So she went back over to her side of the Jacuzzi – she stared at me in disappointment and irritation.“WHAT??” I said. “I’m just not ticklish, that’s all. I’m not into that coochi-coochie-Koo stuff!”She folded her arms, sighed out an exasperated sigh, and turned her head off to the side in frustration.I was alike “...whatever. Let her be upset, I don’ give a fuck.”Then out of nowhere, she fumbled out the words “…can. I ask her if everything is alright. She turns, and my hand falls over her shoulder and comes to rest on her right tit. She looks at me, and her eyes start to shine…a slow smile touches her lips…and she doesn’t move. My fingers close over her tit and gently squeeze it. As we look each other in the eyes, I slide my hand inside her blouse, and her bra, to cup her warm flesh. As I roll the nipple between my fingers, her eyes close and she sighs. With my other hand, I unbutton her blouse and push it.