So I asked her if she knew of a guy called Pearce who had died last year and she told me who and where.”Again that laugh, I could have stood there a...l day listening to it as we stood in my hall.“Shall we.” she indicated the open door to the kitchen with the bag. “Before they get cold.”Apologising I led her quickly into the kitchen and got her seated at the old table. She dug out of the bag a couple of takeaway cups of coffee and some wrapped bacon sandwiches.“Why, uh sorry, thank you for taking. Well, three of us were out drinking, not really looking for girls. Wejust had pizza and beer until our trips to the bathroom out numbered theslices of pizza left. Tad, Bernie and I took a chance and drove home.Tad was driving and he did pretty well. Bernie and I weren't worried eventhough we did slide through a couple of stop signs. Fortunately there wasnot traffic or any cops.The guys decided to crash at my place which wasn't unusual. I lived aloneand they still lived with their parents. So. Winding up, she smacked him on his bare ass, leaving a red handprint and caused Jack to spray a bit of urine on the wall behind the toilet."I am not a nympho," she declared as he finished and flushed the toilet, "if you want a nympho, go see Staci. I'm just a horny broad whose boyfriend is ignoring my needs!"Jack doubled over with laughter, causing Denise to smack his exposed ass again. Spinning around he caught her hand as she attempted to smack him a third time. He used her momentum to spin. Her bikini bottoms, just barely large enough to cover her buns, became another target for me. I slid my hands beneath them, but she slapped at me."I'm just trying to make sure you don't burn," I complained."Yeah, right," she said. "Trust me, I know I won't burn."I let her win that one. I squeezed some more lotion into the palm of my hand, and I started lotioning up her right calf. I worked my way up to just above her knee, and then began on her left leg. When she felt me leave off the backs of.