..it was at first a bit of a laugh but the undertone was definitely sexual. I suds up the soap bar and began to spread the bubbles over her shoulders,...arms then her tits (which, by the way, were huge). She was obviously loving every second. He too was soaping up her back and arse. Occasionally our hands would touch as we were washing her and suddenly he grabbed hold of my hands and pulled me close into the girl. My cock was squeezed against her thigh - the sensation almost unbearable. He. And then Bennie's fingers slipped down from her face to her neck and then to her shoulder. Through the wool of her sweater he tenderly squeezed her breast, creating such a wealth of lurid excitation within the older brunette's drug-sensitized system that she had to moan out loud, letting her arms hang limply without protest to her sides. She could feel Tim's hands too now on her other breast and the boys were talking to her, their breathing coming deeper, almost as deep as hers. And to her. "Yeah. I spent some time in the hospital, then some more at home. But I'm pretty much all okay now." I saw the picture in the paper. I didn't realize it was you. I'm so sorry. I would have visited you. I thought you might have forgotten all about me. We only had that one date after the May Day dance." No ... I didn't forget about you. I should apologize though. I've been very preoccupied with my first year of college and I haven't given myself much time for dating or other social things. It. But at the age of 16 years and 11 months, I was feeling extremely biased towards David’s ass. And David’s tan. And David’s eyes. And David’s gigantic thighs. And David’s dig bick. But much more than any of that, I loved the person that David was. You see, I was under the impression I’d found my true calling, my love. And maybe I had… “I wish I had your abs.” “What?” I said dully, suddenly snapping from my inner daydreams.“I wish I had your abs,” Dave repeated more clearly.“Why?” I asked.