"I'm sorry honey, I just keep thinking oflucky you are." Lucky? How?" he demanded."That you have always been a breast man." I could not help myself Is...ear. I started laughing so hard I about peed myself. Fortunately itmust have been contagious because he joined in and the tension wasshattered.Despite the humor, the car ride was still somber. I knew that I had to bevery careful not to bruise his ego. "Honey is there anything I can do?" Iasked."Yeah," Brad said, "You can pretend everything is the. She glared at me and shut her blinds and stopped watching us.Ginger stood up and asked whom I was gesturing to, I told her about my neighbor and she laughed. She asked if we should really put on a show and fuck each other on the porch. I told her she stopped watching us. Ginger said let's go to the bedroom. I told her we need to shower first. She took the rest of her clothes off as she followed me to the bathroom. We got in the shower and turned the water on. We faced each other at first,. . please ... I need to cum!" You have my permission, Sandy, if you can just touch yourself."Passion overwhelmed Sandy's mind as she realized that she was tied, spread-eagle, her eyes blind-folded and her body naked, exposed and thrashing in lust as a woman whose identity she didn't know licked her sensitive, sweat soaked skin – tracing ever closer to her dripping sex – the same sex that she longed to touch with all of her being. A potential stranger had access to her sex, and yet she was. She stomped over behind Patty, staring long and hard at Bobby. She was obviously angry, but there was more than a touch of sadness there, too. "You can just go to hell, Bobby Sherwood," she said finally. Then she turned on her heel and stormed out of the cafeteria.Patty had a huge smile on her face. Bobby was frowning.I started to get up, but Missy held my hand tight. "I think it's my turn to talk to her, John," Missy said. She leaned behind me and tapped Bobby on the shoulder."Are you really.