“Terry,” he began trying desperately to find the words, “I value your friendship more than you’ll ever know, and I would hate to ever lose it,...but ... but please don’t flirt with me I couldn’t handle that.” He turned to look at her.There was a sort of anger written across her face. “Oh you sweet wonderful bloody fool.” She sobbed, “Don’t you realise I’m in love with you.”The blood drained from his face, he was totally confused with her announcement. “I never allowed myself to dare hope that you. Only time would tell.We ate heartily that morning. We had scrambled eggs, fried potatoes, and leftover chilli with wild beef in it. Along with that we had the last of the cornbread muffins that had accompanied last night's dinner. While we ate we talked a little more about the hunt. The deal was that Vicky was going to head up one hunting party and I was going to lead the other. Vicky would have the honour of dropping the mammoth, while Silla would kill a giant elk. My hunting group would bring. The womanly "click clack" of her heels stopped as she left the hard floor of the kitchen doorway. She asked me if I liked her legs. I was speechless and mumbled or stutters something like "Fantastically... sexy."She then said as she had showed me her stockinged legs, it would only be neighbourly if I showed her mine! She said that when she came round for the coffee (which was a genuine request) she couldn't help but notice the bump under my trousers, where my suspender straps tugged at my. Which flow a highly voltage in my body & suddenly my cock erect. She pulls her hand immediately… But nothing said…. After some time she again put forward her hand & again her figure touch my semi erected cock…. But this time she did not pull her hand & slowly I found pressure of the figure on my cock till that time it was fully erected…. This time I could not control myself & told her that you should hold because bike is driving fast. Now she told me what should be hold there is nothing to hold.