As I got ready to leave, he would stand by the door frame. I pretended I had to brush my moist, hard, aching nipples, pussy, thighs or ass against him... He would pretend not to notice me or his hard dick making the tent in his pants. It was a game we both played to see who would crack first. It was a game I wanted to win. One time, about two weeks ago, he almost gave in. Almost. I got him to rub lotion on my naked back and inner thigh. He came close enough to my dripping cunt that his fingers. Another colossal waste of time and money, he'd said at the time. Even if it was somehow possible, which he doubted.Before he left home, Peter had left a message with his brother's wife that if he couldn't make the game, he'd call and let him know. It would be real easy for him to find someone to go in Peter's place.The prospect of spending a whole Saturday in the office instead of just the morning proved to be the great incentive that Mr. Davis had said it would be. Never had Peter seen some of. " She suddenly smirked and friendly tapped one of her rival's shoulders."You are a damn stubborn beast, stop moving when I try to grab you, damn it! Hahahaha!" She chuckled and sat by Heather's side on the bank. It seemed that the fight was quite one that would raise her mood instead of the opposite after all."Next time I'll definitely catch you, mark my words." She said and rested her hands behind her, sliding them a little backwards on top of the bench. After leaning like that she let out a. “My thoughts exactly!” Mark laughed.I spotted Mark looking at my crotch, he obviously noticed and before I could comment he already discarded his top and was already pulling his trousers down and I couldn’t fail to notice he had no underpants on. Now although I had often seen Mandy at home in her underwear and coming out the shower with a towel, we had never seen each other nude, but I did often masturbate over thinking about her; but only when I was on my own in the house.“Come on Peter!” Mark.