”I laughed and said, “If I take it off, then I get to keep it.”She waited for me to reach up under her blouse. I must have fumbled with those da...n hooks for several minutes before I gave up.Amy giggled some more and said, “Okay, I’ll take it off but you don’t get to keep it.”Off it came and into her pocketbook it went. I didn’t even know that she had a pocketbook with her. Women!So for a little less that forty minutes I got to play with her breasts. I squeezed them, I rubbed her nipples, and I. We began a laboured conversation about nothing much at all. She was too concerned with watching for the guys to hold up her half. I was too preoccupied with making a break for it and going home. We were still in the stage of "whachu think" and "yeah" when Jimmy came back from his misadventure.The moment he sat back down, a more lively conversation broke out. Over time, each of the guys returned and joined into it. Several drinks later, they had remained. I sat on the side, a seasoned. Immediately, of courseTed's hard on began rising, but he tried to stay firm. "Celeste, why are youtalking with this guy on my weekend…I know you date other guys at thebeach every weekend while I'm home but this is MY weekend." Oh Jesus, Ted felttears smarting in his eyes. That wasn't too macho, was it? "Do you have totalk to every single guy who takes an interest in you, Celeste?" Ted lookedinto Celeste's dancing eyes. "No, Ted, you've got it wrong." Celeste smiled. "Kevin doesn't really havean. I also jacked off a few times. Well, more than a few times. The owner of Maid Perfect, Marlette Jones, had me all hot and bothered since I met her. She was the center of my jack-off fantasies. Her countenance and dominating personality were at the forefront of my mind, as were her extremely talented and well manicured hands.The doorbell rang. My stomach lurched as my mind suddenly went into overdrive.I walked briskly down the hallway and opened the door and found the owner Marlette standing.