After we finished, Tara and I went into the great room as we normally did. But this time there was something different on my agenda than just the dail... running of the kingdom."Tara honey, did I do something wrong last night? Did I say or do something to upset you?" I started turning to face her."No, why do you ask?" she said. She didn't look at me directly. I knew there was a problem here."Well, it's just the way you suddenly got out of bed last night and went to your room, I got the feeling. It bounces and quakes at almost everything she does and I love it.We have been friends since the 3rd grade. Our parent's houses are just a couple doors down from each other so we would spend most of our spare time at each other's house. While we have fooled around when we were teenagers trying to figure ourselves out we haven't really dated each other or even seen each other like that. While I admit she is hot, I see her more like a sister than I do a potential girlfriend.So, I wake up due to. He swore to get even that very day he was fired, but he had given it up as a lost cause until he spotted Lucy that night at Scottie's.David had another job now, thanks to John Barrett. Or rather, no thanks, for he would rather have been on welfare than doing what he was into now. He had reluctantly agreed to do some work for Sammy DeAngelo and his organization, just that one time to make ends meet. One little trip down to the Naval Yards at Norfolk with a certain small package to deliver, just. She was wearing a pink spaghetti strap dress that fell above her knees and clung to her every curve. It showed just enough of her 36C breasts to tease any man with eyes. As she turned around so I could zip up the dress I could feel my cock starting to harden atthe sight of the lacey pink thong she was wearing. I didn’t want to hide this beautiful sight but I didn’t want to be late to dinner either, so I zipped up her dress letting my hands linger near the top of her thong. I knew she felt it.