I told him it was nice and that I enjoyed it, but he kept telling me how sorry he was. I was now laying on my side facing Dave and trying to console h...m. I reached my hand toward him, reaching inside the baggy waistband of his underwear griping the shaft of his cock. I had forgotten how thick his cock was, he was only slightly longer than me but probably two and a half times bigger around. Wrapping my hand around his full shaft was hard. Dave's voice stopped, and I heard him breathe in deeply.. "I'm really sorry,Ron. You're really kinda cute and, if things were different, I'd liketo, but I just can't right now."The strange mixture of signals Ron was getting from Julie was veryconfusing. "But why not?"Except for that one instant, the girls hadn't quit giggling since he'darrived. Ron wished they'd just shut up; they were getting on hisnerves."It's simple, you stupid dipshit," interrupted a male voice herecognized but hadn't expected to hear. "She can't go to a moviewith you tonight,. Thighs pressing up against thighs, feet bumping barefoot feet, hands beginning to dance on the other in earnest, it was all magical pageantry in the miracle of each moment. Often her thigh would tangle over and around my own, opening her, exposing her dampening arousal to the reach of a hand, either her own, or mine. If it were her own, I would piggyback hers with mine, fastening detailed memories to my mind like so many sticky notes. I was eager to acquiesce in her preferences of touch, as my. Come on lunch is ready."Before she got to the door, she turned back and around hugged and kissed me, "Thanks for the email. I'm proud of you for figuring out how to do it. And thanks for checking me out on the web."We had a nice lunch of some light soup and a salad. She did make me a sandwich to go along with everything knowing I needed more food than she did. She said to wait a couple of minutes and she would be ready to go.Ten minutes later she came down her hallway. Her hair was freshly.