” I murmured. “Aren't we all, sometimes?” his reply was soft, and I sighed, opened my eyes again. “I'm sorry. I”, I gulped. “I thought you...wanted her, didn't want to be in your way.”“But you are. So, will you give us a try?”Chewing my lower lip, I closed my eyes again. There was nothing I wanted more. But could it, would it work? Miles apart, age gap – only eight years – and basically having different lives. If I said yes, what would change? What would he expect? Holding hands, kissing? I felt. Remember how he class was P.E?That was the problem… I don't know about you, but the girls uniforms at my school have pretty short-shorts… those are my weakness. It all started from seeing a few girls bend over… oh those wonderful thighs and firm little butts. And to boot, I could see up some of their shirts from behind. Yeah they were wearing sports bras, but hell… some had decent sized tits, and that was all I needed. After being exposed, I started getting hard… As quick as I could I stuck my. I loved to look at her huge cleavage when she wore tight shirts, nice camel toe and especially big round ass. Others older workers, who really worked there, (not like two of us who were fooling around and really worked seriously when our cocks were at that state of mind), laughed and telling jokes about Fatso mother. On the other hand I liked, and I very often thought how she looks totally nude and she seemed liked that and didn’t mind my open look at her cleavage or at her body, and I think. " We got out and started to walk along the cobblestone path. I was now regretting wearing the heels, but they made me look nice, and got me closer to eye level with Brandon, even though I was still a good three inches or so shorter. After walking around the entire park, he took me out to a nice restaurant and then back to the hotel. "Would you like to.. Um.. Come in?" He smiled then looked down. "Wow, it makes it sound like I actually live her or something." He chuckled. I laughed to, stating.