“How old is Brandon?” Sherri asked.“Brandon is fifteen,” Liza said, as she glanced at the other mother. “Emily is... ?”“Fourteen.”“C...et says you’re an accountant?” Liza asked.“I’m a CPA with O’Grady Professional Services. Do you work? Outside the home I mean.”“I volunteer at the Helping Paws animal rescue. It’s a no kill shelter and we deal mostly with dogs, a few cats but not many.”They chatted for a while about little things until Sherri asked about the cabin. “We call it our mountain cabin,”. "Hey, come over for a drink at mine before going home," Sara said to me,casually placing a hand on my leg as we sat on the bus."Sure, why not," I replied, stealing the slightest, unnoticed glancedown at her big bosom wobbling with the bouncing of the bus.We got off the bus at our stop and began the short walk up the hilltowards our apartments. Sara moved in front of me to allow anotherpedestrian pass, and I couldn't help but notice how nice and compact herass was, pressed tightly into a cute. We knew each other as friends before anything else, and it always just stayed that way. She had a guy problem, she came to me. Trouble with girls? I called her. We were even each other’s defacto date if there was a function, a party, or a wedding and neither of us wanted to go alone. We’d spent the night in the same bed countless times, made out a little bit here and there, and always concluded that it was just awkward to do anything more. We were just cool with each other. When there was a. My heart jumped in anticipation of what might happen, but, for whole week, I was let down and disappointed- thing to each other as we had before but my virginity stayed intact.On this particular Saturday morning, the start of the second week, I went round to his house. It was a beautiful day and pair of us went for a dip in the pool. Afterward we lay out in the sun and I started to get randy. Dick told me to suck his cock, which I did. I thought that this would be it, but after a matter of.