"Tell them you have to have a firm answer by, oh, the first of August, or you walk." Makes sense," she said. "It would still leave us time to move bac... here and get the boys established at Boyce Day if we have to, or get the apartment cleaned out before we have the baby if we're not coming back." There is a number of different angles to it," he said. "But it's Tuesday and you ought to have a pretty good idea of what that means by now. I'm still planning on heading your way the day after. “Can I ask you a personal question?”“I guess,” she replied in a lower tone.“How many times have you done this?”Betsy had regained her breath entirely, and gave me a slightly hurt look.“You’re the third I’ve been with,” she admitted quietly. A few times with a college boyfriend, and just once in high school.”The Homecoming Queen? The cheerleading captain? The unquestioned most beautiful girl in our school had almost no sexual experience.‘Just my luck,’ I thought ruefully. ‘Or, maybe, just my. "Welcome back," added Jean."Margi, Gladys says, 'relax'." What?" Relax. She says to relax. That's all. You know what that's a about?" Uh, I'm not quite sure. But she thinks I'm too tense."As I dark adapted, I saw Jean was sitting on the floor, legs outstretched, her back against the foot of the bed and Margi was leaning back against Jean in turn, between her legs. Jean was holding Margi loosely, one hand over a full breast. Both were naked as best I could see in the flickering light."We've been. My sister's leg over my hip, our fingers fondling each other's breasts softly, talking. "Tory really likes your boobs." Betsy said, running her fingers over the large aureolas and up to the tip of the nipple, which stiffened under her ministrations. "I've noticed he constantly sneaks looks at them." She sat up. "Hey! I think I'll try one of your tee shirts on. Where are they?" Bottom drawer of my dresser, on the left side. Get one that has a dark color. They're better than the white."A minute.