But there’s something different now, I guess. The thought has crossed my mind of maybe we could be. Before, it was, I don’t know, a friend helping...a friend, I guess. But now it’s different.”This felt like it was turning into Becky all over again. And I had walked right into it. How could I be so stupid?! So far, only Mary seemed to be able to keep a full separation between sex and love. Melanie came close, but still had her moments. I kept thinking I could separate them, but fell into the trap. My eyes travelled down her long, trim legs, but before they could get to their destination she had grabbed some more salad and laid it over her nether regions. She cocked an inviting eyebrow at me."Gives a whole new meaning to tossing the salad," I said as I moved in. I don't think Molly appreciated my sense of humour at that moment.It was like one of those Japanese puzzle games where as you played you slowly unveiled a picture of a naked woman. As I feasted on the splendour between her legs. And frankly, I told myself, if I had to pick an Abbadelli sister, I might actually pick Connie over Joyce. But Connie and I had agreed to be occasional lovers, not partners.Joyce arrived just before 1:00pm. I hugged her and after she said ‘hello’ to Melanie and Pete, we got sodas from the fridge and went to the basement to talk.“I’m sorry about the way I’ve been treating you,” I said. “I want to be friends again, to the point where I can rely on your advice.”“That’s really up to you, because. At the same time his right hand is pulling and moulding her right breast, the loose flesh spilling over and through his palm as he occasionally slips his hand down the length of it and pulling at her nipple lets the weight of it hang between his finger and thumb. As I watch I grope my own flabby man boob, trying to imagine what that beautiful tit must feel like to have in my hand. My other hand is wanking my stubby cock at a pace I feel I can maintain if I am to see all of this sex show taking.