I hope that you like it,” she commented, grinning mischievously as she pushed a glass of Chardonnay my way. I was livid. “Where’s the contract?...�� I muttered, through clenched teeth. Unruffled, she produced a single sheet of paper which I accepted with my left hand while lifting the glass to my lips with the other. My five points had been expanded into three sentences each, replete with legalese and typed neatly. There were no spelling errors but the document was devoid of those standard. We had a great look at the game from there and were also very close to the home team's cheerleaders.The cheerleaders were an energetic group that didn't seem to care that the crowd was a little sparse. They danced and tumbled and cheered mostly without even watching the game. Seated in front of us, was a group of girls who obviously were friends of the cheerleaders. This group responded to the cheers, clapped and shouted, and generally made most of the crowd noise in our section.I had begun to. She'd also giggled at one point in our conversation, but I'd assumed that she was laughing at something in her soap.I looked around, but just the two of us alighted from the train at my home station. My new friend must have noticed."Don't worry, they're here already. They came down by car earlier."As we began walking towards my house, my companion began to talk to himself. For a few seconds I thought he'd lost his marbles, and then I realise he had one of those Blue Tooth do-what's-its in his. I carefully disentangled the material from the bamboo, and Danielle lifted the leg so I could remove the shorts altogether. It looks beautiful, I breathed. I suspected they both knew I wasnt talking about the leg wound, since I was staring her cunt as I said it, but they were too busy kissing to protest. I watched hungrily as they embraced, their erect nipples rubbing against each other and their pubic hairs tangling together as they pressed their bodies against one another. I was jealous, but.