He gently grabbed my wrist. “What are you doing?” He asked softly.Catching me off guard, I Put my hair behind my ear, turned, and I said, “Nuffi...’”.I thought, “Gees oh man, girl, what are you, twelve?... .“Nuffin”. Smh Might as well call Mommy to get my diaper changed.“Oh, I think you were doing sumpfin’,” Jeff jokingly said.“Haha, Maybe”, I mumbled.His girlfriend was sleeping, drooling, and making nonsense. She was a mess.Jeff slowly lifted his arm and put his hand on my thigh as I stood. She answered and I could tell that she was hammered and she asked me to pick her up. I told my friend that she was plastered and I had to go get Ann he said he would come with me I agreed and told him we can just drink and jam out in my man cave. when we got to the bar I saw Ann smoking and talking to some guy. I pulled she got into the car not even noticing that my friend was in the back seat and we drove away. I asked who the guy was and she giggled. I got upset and asked again Ann told me. I guess this to bethe case because just after his sentence was cut off there was a boutof laughter from the two burly men at the pathetic site of myfeminized father before him. Once the laughter had subsided I heardBarry correct himself, "No thank you 'miss'," I heard him say,emphasizing the last word with a chuckle. Another bout of laughtersoon followed, I suspect brought on by a curtsy from my father as heleft them to their work.Soon after Claire and I finished our lunches and adjourned to. Short, cute and with a dimple on her right cheek I couldnt stop starring at her. Blonde with blue eyes of course – even to this day I love them. As we grew up she began to become even more beautiful with her full breasts and perfect round arse. She was my first and even now I remember how that felt. We were high school sweethearts but we lost contact for about 5 years when I moved away to Canada but when we reunited it felt so right. Anyway, long story short she fucked my best friend. Yeppppppp.