.. yup about time.The smell of good coffee assaulted my nose and I was suddenly starving. It was like I hadn’t eaten in days. I wanted ... breakfast...... Eggs, three ... over easy, cathead biscuit, maybe two and redeye gravy. No ... just one biscuit ... but a pile of hash browns ... yeah ... with Texas Pete ... no tobasco. Two rashers of soft bacon ... not crisp. Buttered toast to sop up the runaways. A big water glass of mango orange juice.Sure, I could eat it all and wash it down with. And a little jewelry. We started exploring each other's bodies with our hands as we continued to make out. I pushed Chloe down onto her back on the back cushions of the sofa, and started kissing down her neck to her breasts. I kissed her breasts through her lacy black and fuchsia bra and tugged at it with my teeth, before reaching behind her and unfastening it. I twirled her bra in the air and teased our husbands with "eenie meenie minie moe" before tossing it in her husband's face. I played. Then John Bosstick: tall, angular, very thin; Paulo Reggazoni: Italian, small and wiry; Tom Shultz: half German, open face, crew-cut; Michael Kim, Jerome Kilmarnock, Bob Baker ... and so on and so forth, moving swiftly through the group, Melissa being courteous and friendly with each of them whilst restraining from the distinctly flirtatious tone she'd adopted with Bryce Mulroy.'Right, good, so who's left? Ah yes, you ... middle of the front row there.' Melissa was pointing at Roger Hargreaves,. I know where to stand.Did I say, “What’s up?” Why hush my mouth!Mom says that a girl’s teen years are complicated and she’s right.Kenny keeps the computer screen turned away and clicks the mouse whenever I barge in. No problemo por esta chica! (I’m taking Spanish.) The program Roland got me shows where my brother’s been surfing. I can tell how long it takes Kenny to jerk off by how many minutes he’s not using the mouse.I can’t believe it! Maybe 15 seconds to download some guy and a cheerleader.