Georgia and I huddled closer on the couch so they wouldn’t overhear our conversation about boys, which was basically centered on how big we thought ...ach of our targets cocks were. I was holding my hands apart to show how long I thought Wes was while Georgia was using her thumb and forefinger to describe what she hoped Bobby looked like. I happened to glance up and catch Kris looking at us oddly, blushing as he moved away. I quickly grabbed Georgia’s hand and led her back to her bedroom, then. Well that sounded like fun to me but I thought I better leave that bit of information out whilst telling Beth.She was really pleased when I told her we could go dancing that evening. She dressed really sexy, short black mini skirt and white top that was low cut in front. She doesn't wear a bra as her breasts are small but very firm. And of course her favourite red high heeled shoes.The dance hall was pleasant enough, not crowded at all. We had a lovely time dancing and drinking. As the evening. Trish glared at my mom's tits biting her lip. "You look amazing." Trish smiled. "You too, you ready to go?" Yeah lets go." Have a great night honey don't say up too late, leftovers are in the fridge." Mom said as they left obvious to me. I stood there confused what party? And why wasn't I invited? I was bewildered the rest of the night waiting for them. Until 2ish i gave up and decided to go to bed. But i laid there unable to sleep wounding where they were until I heard talking at the door. I. She never even tried to touch me. She only wanted me to touch her. That was all. I squeezed her a little between my body and my hand and pressed her against the side of the bus with my body. She smiled shyly with her teeth covered.I whispered into her ear. “can you take off the head-cover? So that we can communicate much easier” she agreed happily. I whispered again, feeling her body through her dress, with right hand, as far as it stretched, and with my left hand, holding her pressed to my.