I found her, and her fresh wave of wetness. I thought that was astonishing, but then her little hand left my wrist and found my thickening.I didn't th...nk it was possible, but the more I touched her, the more she touched me. Soon enough I was hard enough to be a handle--Cathy grabbed and pulled me over on top of her again. I saw that Stan was hard again as well. I heard Janey say something about doing it the old way, because she was too sore.I wasn't paying too much attention to that. It seemed. I am talking a fantastic set of 36c's and Sheree loved to show them off! I loved to see her do it and loved to be with her when she did as it made her horny. One night we were sitting in a little bar/restaraunt know as Bungelow's having drinks with a coule of guys we knew when she went to the bathroom and removed her bra. I could tell by the way they jiggled as she came back to the table that she was swinging free. I asked her in front of the guys if she lost something in the bathroom and she. Feel them, see what I mean."She grasped my hands, pulled them toward her and placed them on her thighs just above her knees. She pulled her skirt up even further and, tentatively, I followed its retreat, sliding my hands lightly along the tops of her upper legs. "No, no. Rub them, like in the summer, sweetheart, with your fingers," she said. I complied but nervously, not used to her watching me as I touched her. "That's it, rub them deep," her voice caught, "like those little scratches you did. I called her “The chubby girl” because I did not know her name. She was not fat. She had a few extra pounds on her, but they were in all the right places. She had a really cute smile, long brown hair and nice curves. I had seen her over the summer out in the yard planting vegetables, wearing tight shorts and shirt that definitely showed some cleavage. For the next few weeks, there was no more tapping or banging, but I would think about that moan each night before I fell asleep until it was.