The kind older lady happened to be parked near the building under an overhand and drove Jack over to his car. Thanking her again, Jack paused before j...mping out of the woman's car."Ma'am do you know how to get to," Jack paused checking the scrap with his directions on it, "Orange and Bradford from here?"The woman smiled, "Actually I do. Take a left leaving the library parking lot and at the fourth light turn right. That puts you on Orange and you should cross Bradford on the outskirts of town.". Was there a life growing there? She swore she could feel something delicate dance within her. Busily, her left hand opened the gray cotton all the way to the hem. She realized that she was breathing as though she was running…eager. She lifted her petticoats revealing that delicate curve of her belly Harry called her ‘bowl of wheat.’ Again she visited the ginger jar, this time cupping up a small pool of oil with her fingers and dripping it into the deep hollow of her navel. Soon this skin would. His tongue was warm and soft. I had dreamt of how our lips moving together, but this was far more intense than my imagination could create. We sat there in the stacks, not even coming up for a breath. When we finally broke our kiss I was light headed and had no idea how much time had passed. He gazed into my eyes, passed a thumb over my red, swollen lips. I wanted him. I ached for him. I couldn’t though, not here, not in the library. What if someone saw us, heard us? I looked for an answer in. They're both horny all the time and on numerous times have jerked off together. They both have thought about doing other stuff with each other as well, but neither wants to make the first move.Troy is a very buff guy and lives a few blocks from Bo. They've been friends for a long time. Like Joe and Robby, Troy and Bo are good friends and have fooled around together. They have slept over each other's houses for years and have spent entire weekends together when either of their parents has gone.