I raise my right arm up, making a muscle. We were sitting close enough that I was practically in his face. Jamie responds with “damm dawg, you stink...��. I say to him “well we are at a skate park yo, and it is 101 out today” “Besides, I got a couple of “clients” that like a bit of funk on their trade”. Jamie looking purplexed ask me “clients” ? I just told him “I'll tell ya later, lets go take a piss”. WE hop off the picnic table and walk towards the bath house. I pulled out the joint and fired it. Oh, this song is one of my favorites,” she said, changing the subject. “Let’s dance.”Three songs later, we were slightly out of breath, when another slow song started. This time, Bobbie moved much closer to me as the music started. Her body was pressed against mine from hips to breasts. Her head was touching mine, her chin resting lightly on my shoulder. As she moved, she brushed back and forth across my body.I could feel myself stiffening again. She could apparently feel it too because she. She could detect the changes she was feeling and she giggled and placed her arm over them. “I’m sorry,’ she said with her color turning an even redder red. She brought her arm back down to her side as she got control of her emotions and she cleared her throat, lifted her chin and looked past me onto the wall. Her mounds were near perfection. They were neither too big nor too small. They looked soft and tender but firm and steady, all at the same time.I couldn’t take my eyes off of those. TV held little interest for him now, so each evening after some quality time with the parents, he sequestered himself in his room. He started buying the Wall Street Journal each day and spent some time each evening reading it. He also sat at his desk and jotted down ideas for his dad’s business. He converted his notes to an outline. He refined the outline and, with his sisters’ help, prepared a presentation. His parents worried at first that he was reverting back to his loner, loser days, but.