Jill even caught a hint of the musky scent of a pussy in heat. The next ten minutes in the car were torture for Jill. Her cunt leaked and her nipples ...ere hard. Her puffy nipples had expanded on her 36C tits and it looked as if there was a cone at the tip of each one.When they finally got in Bridget's house they flopped next to each other on the couch. Jill closed her eyes and put her head back. "What a day! This film is going to be much better than I imagined. You were fabulous!" Thanks. I. “It’s okay,” I reassured her. “No harm done. John!” I then said a little louder. “Shouldn’t you be outside and take care of the barbecue?” He shrugged. “I’ve turned down the heat and covered it, so it doesn’t need my attention, and I needed to get rid of the smoke and sweat. It’s going to be ready any minute, though.” “Good, we’ll bring out the salad then.” John had slipped on a fresh pair of shorts by now, but his upper body was still bare. He walked by, mumbling about female slave drivers,. But, now, there are even father-types looking at me. Mothers and kids would at least, like, get tired of looking at me." "May, I do believe you're developing some modesty!" Dobie said, having walked with her. "Modesty? Me? Oh, come now! I'm as nonsocial as ever!" "We'll just have to see about that. Okay, the department store is on the other side of the park. We'll get you the stuff Mom says you have to have; and, then, we'll see just how good friends we really are."=== "No dresses! Like, no. ..”“George, your face has gone even redder.”“Yeah, shut up. Reading some ... erotica.”“Porn, you mean?”“Kinda.”“You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed.”“I’m not embarrassed. I just wasn’t ... expecting anyone.”“Uh huh.” We grinned at each other.“Anyway, just ... just read me that bit on the screen?”“It’s timed out, George. You need to put your password in.”“Bubbles, Ollie. You do it.”“I don’t know your password.”“Oh.” She blushed yet again. “It’s ollierocks.”“No.”“Yeah. One word. Lower.