I couldn't help but notice that he was a little bit smaller than me, with a thick bush of pubes. His hard shaft pressed against Ellen's abdomen and le...t a tiny wet patch of precum on her vest. He pushed his hips forcefully against her, whilst his hands pulled her tight to him.Finally Ellen broke away from him. He stood there, mouth ajar, blinking morosely with his jeans around his ankles. Ellen pushed him backwards and he sat on the edge of our bed. She hooked her fingers around the waist band. "Joking?" I deliriously respond. "Laura, I would have murdered that boy for you if you weren't there!" Really...?" I told you I'd never hurt you. What do you think I'd do the person who would?" I sigh."Now you know how I feel when you're with Cherry." Laura, you have no idea what I'm feeling!" I don't know either. And there's probably no medical term for it, not one that comes to mind."Like hell I don't, Bryan!" she whines.The night's getting darker and more dangerous to drive in. We're in our. AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH GOD DAMN IT!!!!!!!!!!!!! she never saw me as nothing more than just a friend damn it. It was only me who wanted more I wanted to be so much more than friends I wanted to go on dates, snuggle up on the couch when at home, give each other light pecks at random moments, and hold on to each other as if we would float away if we let go. all these thoughts rushed through my head and being a hormonal teenager definitely didnt help my mood. Aww look now he cries like. Her skirt was not too tarty, just above the knee and it showed of her shapely ass and legs. The thin white blouse was nearly see through (just like Colin had asked for) and to be a bit more provocative my wife was wear a black lace push up bra. The contrast in colour was clearly visible through the blouse, but to complete the pretence she was wearing a smart jacket. She really looked like a secretary in a nice business suite. So we sat, drinking and hardly saying a word to each other. I kept.