.."I narrowed my eyes "Why, what were you thinking of?"She blushed ever so slightly and just looked at me.I also felt myself blushing as well and clea...ed my throat."Anyway, did you still need help with your bed... seeing as I never moved it..."She shook her head slightly as if waking up."Oh yeah, right..."I smiled and followed her out and back into her own apartment.So I moved her bed, and we genuinely hit it off. I didn't have anything to do, so I spent the next few hours helping her unpack. When they were young, they lived on the same block and were best friends. They did everything together. They even lost their cherries on the same double date in the old drive-in movies.But after high school, their lives took different directions. Mom married an intellectual whose vocation was office work, but other than performing his connubial duties, he spent countless hours at the bar, telling war stories. (Yes, at least he served his country when needed - I'll give him that.)Serena married. She was in her thirties and reasonably pretty. Married, Doug noted. He also noted that she had a neat, petite figure. What he could not see was that she was firmly muscled.His probation officer was firm and friendly. He was to report to the police station on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. He was to be at home between six in the evening and six in the morning. He was to meet the probation officer every Friday at eleven and report on what he had been doing for the week.Doug undertook to obey. He looked up at her face. She didn’t move she didn’t open her eyes so he took it as a cue to continue what he was doing. He rubbed the area all around her pussy and just above her clit but was careful not to touch it just yet he wanted to prolong the anticipation as long as possible. He moved his hands back up toward her breasts, as he did so the shirt feel away from her and he moved up and removed the towel from her breasts. He started to massage them and feel them in his hands. She wasn’t.