"Experience and the social totem pole expressed itself as Christy frowned. "What brought us here is the fact that you're fucking our husbands ... er b...yfriends." She looked unsettled for a second. "You're trying to take our men!"Buffy didn't back down. "Take your men? Don't make me laugh! Pick them up from the refuse heap where you've tossed them, maybe." she said firmly.There was a general hubbub of uncomplimentary comments from the assembled group but, amazingly, when Buffy held up her hands. Oxford says: the revitalization or revival of something.Synonyms would be: rebirth, regeneration, renewal, revival, resurgence.This is the story of one man and two women who find themselves bound to each other through the resurrection of one of them (almost biblically). Her resurrection is a rebirth, renewal, or resurgence for their own separate lives and issues. A process of discovering things about each other and themselves ensues; a process that will lead them not only into a new future of. The third, and most important, was wondering how I could prolong this, or even get it going further. If she had sat differently, I figured, it would have been the cute flirting we constantly kept up. Since she sat straight on my manhood, she wasn’t fooling around. Slowly, keeping up our conversation, I reached up and around her, and started massaging her left breast. Beth didn’t put up any resistance, she kept talking, although she starting speaking slower and breathier. Since she wasn’t. She did the same except she used the hand on my back to push me in more, bringing her breast to my chest.I broke our kiss and whispered in her ear, “what about your mom?” She laughed and said that she doesn’t mind. I shrugged it off and leaned back in to kiss her. By now I had brought my hand from her back to her lower stomach, and from her thigh to her waist. As we continued making out I started massaging her breast with one hand through her wet bathing suit and massaged her upper crotch. She.