" "You flatter me," he said as he held me close. We were dancing belly to belly and now I could feel his cock against me. My pussy was wet and getting...wetter as we gyrated against each other. His cock was still growing in size, my god it was big. My pussy would be stretched to the max if he was able to enter me. Just thinking of him fucking me was driving me toward a mental orgasm. I started rubbing my pussy against his cock. I was dry fucking him right there on the dance floor. I looked at. I'd spent time with her sister, I'd gone out with Amanda a number of times, and Miranda and I hadn't spoken in almost three weeks. Until one night when she called.We talked for a half hour. She invited me over. I went to her house. It was empty except for her. And no discussion of what'd happened before. I asked. She didn't give an answer. She just avoided it. And then it happened. Again.Miranda and I ended up in her bedroom. One thing led to another, and then the sex happened. And Jesus. Why, you cornered me at school before any boy did.”I smiled remembering the moment. We weren’t close but there was that history between us.Carole lent forward and kissed me lushly on the lips; she turned and with a hand flutter and waved.It was one of those brief encounters that remind you not only where you’ve been in life but how things are at present.For Carole’s banter had scratched at a growing sore in my home affairs.With Danny’s heart problem came financial insecurity. He’d lost a lot of. He had called her at home the next day to check on her. She had asked if the insurance guys had said anything, and he had simply said that one of the Kens thought she was ‘Awesome!’ and had thanked him for the good time. When she had asked what he had said to that comment, he had just mumbled an agreement. Then he had asked her, before hanging up if she had been serious about his calling her when he lost the next ten pounds. Barbara had been surprised but had shrugged to herself and said they.