A snog one drunken night after too many beers and sambucas. A snog another night and a fingering for me.Then Michael and me became more serious, so I ...ecided no more fun on the side. Paul said fine, no problem. Said fine a bit too quick actually. I thought he would plead for more fun, but no. Then we were all out one night , me and Paul, Michael and some girl he was dating at the time, and we bumped into a coupe of their friends from the private school they had attended years before."Mikey",. He was worried about her connecting Cyd with what was happening. When he got home Brenda and Cyd were chuckling. Cyd looked at him with a “You bastard" look."You pain in the ass. Here you have been carrying on with your neighbors and a sexy little twenty-something while the rest of us thinking you were so impeccably perfect." She said it with a laugh.Bren didn't really need to chime in, but she did. "Oh he is perfect, wait till Amy tells you who did what to whom that first time. He actually. "I'm sorry," he followed up. "Maybe I'm going a little overboard on this." He didn't have to say what "this" was. They both knew. "This" had occupied most of their concentration for a week."Maybe we're both going a little overboard," she sighed. "Whatever we're doing, this has been a miserable week." That's a little harsh, don't you think?" Bob thought about it. "OK, I'll admit it hasn't been the best week we've had."His comment could have been taken in several ways, including the way he meant. Gently talking to her, she turned and asked Maggie her name. “Princess, the other is Lucinda,” her voice a little raspy from smoking. “Hello Princess,” Jordan said facing the horse. When Jordan greeted her, the horse turned and walked over to the door in her stall. Poking her head out, she nodded letting out a whinny. Jordan stroked her forehead gently, talking to her the entire time. Emma looked over at Maggie to see her smiling, won over so far by Jordan's actions. Jordan grabbed.