“Insecurity. You’re telling me you fucked up the relationship everyone is jealous of because… insecurity?” I nodded. “It sounds really dumb ...hen you say it like that.” “I’ll say it again, Laura. You’re a dumb daft...” “Ok!” That was the moment it all hit me. I’d fucked up the best thing in my life. Tears welled up, blinding me and I could feel the frown cracking my face. Mary’s anger with me didn’t stop her from comforting me. I cried in her arms. Sobbed, actually. Wracking, heaving, gut. But all too soon it was over. We came out of the chute into slightly deeper water than the first and holding on to her and Ron I helped her stand with out getting her hair too wet.Ron was shouting, again, again but this time Jo-Anne was having none of it and told him it was time to get out of the pool and go home. I was so disappointed as I felt we were getting on really well. Jo-Anne suddenly turned to me and smiled, her thanks were obvious but it seemed that was it for today. Suddenly she. Then he takes off his tank top so, I could admire his manly chest. He runs his hands and rubs his chest, draws circles around his very sensitive nipples. This very little nipple play excites him endless and his cock struggles in the Lycra fabric and becomes very evident. Turning in certain angles, the outline of each and every fold of his cock meat gets apparent. He admires the size, shape and the volume of his cock and the balls as it looks in the mirror.I watch very intently as he begins to. " How are your classes?" So so." Your professors?" They're there."I eyed him suspiciously.He gave me a big, mischievous grin. "The parties are great, though. You'll see when you come next year."I rolled my eyes. "That's what you've been doing this year? Getting wasted?" I'm sensing a little judgment, Kristen."We were quiet for a few more minutes before the plane shook again."Are you still seeing that girl?" I asked in a breathless rush, eager to focus on anything but the way the plane was.