We both started working out. I was proud of the body I’d worked so hard at. At 5’5″ and 140 lbs I still could lose a little but I thought I had ...reat curves. With a 36c bustline I could still rock a bikini. I had let my hair grow out from the short mom cut to something a lot more feminine. I looked good.Dave did even better. 5’11” he was down to 180 lbs. His salt and pepper hair gave him that distinguished look that women love. He got his share of looks when we went out. It was kind of cool. The man tries again to stand up resting with his hand on my croch. I could feel my dick getting harder. The guy notices my thingie getting harder and looks at me with a strange look. Then we both get up and I say to the guy he better should sit down. I give him the water I got for him and he seems to better after drinking it. As I can't lay my eyes off of his huge cock, I feel my dick getting harder again. He notices again and comes closer to me. He grabs my croch and rubs my chest with his big. He knew, his parents were not home and his elder brother was also at college. He looked at his watch, he had more than an hour that his parents would be back home but they were all packed as Pete could see and soon as they walked in, they will have to leave for the airport. What could he do, for an hour? He thought to take the shower. He turned towards the bathroom and the phone rang. “Hello, is this Peter? I am Amy”! The next door neighbor was calling. “I saw you coming in. Did your parents. Which was pathetically girly, and kind of stupid considering she’d given Caroline more than a thorough look at the goods last night, Max briefly cursing herself before she concentrated on the other girl in front of her. Annoyed at being shoved away from such a comfortable place Caroline initially cried out in surprise, then she glared at her best friend, ‘Max, what the hell?’ ‘Get out!’ Max said. ‘Max-‘ Caroline started. ‘GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT!’ Max yelled. ‘No, not until we’ve talked about.