I really didn’t want to. At least I don’t think I wanted to. But I also didn’t want to argue with Scott. What’s the harm in showing my boobs t... Scott. He won’t tell anyone…“C’mon…pleassseee!” Scott pleaded, giving me puppy eyes“Alright, fine! But just for 3 seconds.” I said. I slowly lifted up my shirt, looking around to make sure no one was coming. My hands passed my flat stomach and got to my bra. I looked over at Scott and his eyes were glued to my hands and my chest. I took a deep breath. She asked him playfully, but looked into my eyes, “Is this better, Boyd? No more panties to get you all hard!” and giggled. Boyd reached out and grabbed at her ass with both hands. “Boyd!” she scolded, turning and freeing his hands from her cheeks, “That certainly won’t help you lose that big hard-on.” She stepped toward him leaving the panties pooled on the carpet with the skirt, and knelt between his legs. She looked up at him, wetting her bottom lip. I had a front-row seat.“I wonder if. The girls looked over at me, as I stirred my ketchup with a crappy french fry that was way too soggy.“Still haven’t patched things up between you and Alicia?” Rachel asked.“No, and it doesn’t look like I’m going to at this rate.” I said. “I shouldn’t of given Sabrina another chance.”“No, you shouldn’t have.” Becka said. “We all warned you.”“Yeah, you did. But as you’ve said countless times, this is what I get for thinking with my dick.” I said.“Boy, you need to get laid.” Mary said. “Who wants. Her body was like something from a Raphael painting: not quite fat but fleshy and pear-shaped, with small, unevenly-weighted breasts. It wasn't beauty pageant material, but it was a sensuous body and Amy was a sensual woman and I loved her."So, who gets the gold ring first?" I said."We flip a coin." Amy reached over to the bedside table, put down Brandon's letter and picked up a dime. "Heads or tails?" Heads."Amy slapped the coin down on the back of her hand and revealed it. "Heads it is,.