You could tell from some of the hand gestures that they were comparing the guys sizes. No one really seemed very traumatized over this incident.I have...to tell you that my curiosity got the best of me, and after a few days of thought I called a buddy of mine named Greg White. Greg had played on one of my teams about 12 years ago. He had a successful college basketball career, but was never really pro material. At any rate over the last few years, Greg and I had become close friends as we both. "'You're engaged to Barry. Now there's a nice boy; we know his parents, they're our sort of people.' Then came the threats. You were only some sort of filing clerk, you were after my money. If I went with you they would cut me off. They would change their wills and cut me out. I was exchanging a life I knew for poverty and some poky little house or flat in a squalid part of Manchester." You didn't tell them?"She laughed, "You mean about your squalid little house? Not likely. They're narrow. .amazing...the girl whom i dreamed about since my adolescent days had given me what every guy in the world wants, a blowjob from the girl next door. I looked deep into her big, brown eyes as i tried to think of the most amazing thing to say. At this point i didn't know if we were best friends, boyfriend/girlfriend, fuck buddies, or any other backward ass term that could (& probably would) be used to describe us. The best thing i could think of was "Elly...i think i love you, what you did for me. I forgot to pull up my pants before I stood up. I heard someone laugh behind those trees. "It is definitely her," I thought. "Who's there?" I asked. She appeared before me then slowly comes out from hiding. She’s still wearing her soaked camisole, now I got a closer view of her full and sexy body. "Wow!" I gasped. She started to move towards me with a seductive smile on her face. I reached for her extended hand and stood up. Her hands were soft and silky; I never touched anything like this in.