It was about like Chuck's reticence, but required a bit more."And how long have you been engaged?" asked Bob."Six years," she said. She didn't sound u...happy. It was more like she was embarrassed."That's a long time to be engaged," suggested Bob, knowing there was something under the surface."I'm... not sure I want to marry him," said Jane, looking down.Bob let her off the hook, for now, and turned to the girl with braces.She blinked at him, looking scared. He waited. The others looked at her.. “I won’t initiate anything. I will leave that to Pete.” “Will you... will you go down on him?” “Maybe,” she said. “I will just take things as they come.” Larry fell back into silence. He was nervous. “What if... what if I asked you not to...?” “Asked me to not go with him?” Larry nodded. Ginny looked down at him. “I think we both know the answer to that, don’t we.” Larry sighed. He knew that even if he wanted to stop things now he couldn’t. Ginny was mentally prepared for it now;. "As we sat on the couch together, hips touching, hands touching, I grabbed her hand, pulled it to my lips and gave the tips of her fingers a quick kiss. "Ginny, do you trust me?" Yes, Davey. I have trusted you as long as I've known you. You are trustworthy, and that's not just my opinion," that was punctuated with her lips brushing my fingertips."Will you go sailing with my Dad and I this weekend?" To the ledge?" trust Ginny to make that connection!"Yes. The answer to your question starts. "You can sit there and hold it."Grant let out a groan, but dutifully sat beside me. His left leg started bouncing too, and I knew the sensations were getting worse. I grinned as I felt my pussy get wet in anticipation. "Is it really that bad?" Yes" He told me with a groan. "I've really got to pee!" Tough." I told him and ran my fingers over his neck, a spot that I knew was sensitive for him."Hey!" He growled. "Come on.. I have to pee!" So hold it!" I told him. He groaned, in pain and need,.