I pulled his t-shirt out off his jeans and moved my hand under his shirt to feel his bare skin. Tim caressed my cheeks and let his hands run down my b...dy. He caressed my neck, between my breasts and down towards my tummy. I felt his warm hand moving under my sweater and crawling back up. He laid his hand on my left breast. The touch on the fabric of my bra made me moan softly. I pushed Tim softly off me so I could get up. Tim look and me and said : "Sweet Amanda, I hope you don't think I just. Things got very awkward and we did not talk about it and pretended it never happened. I knew that she was regretful and neither of us took the courage to bring the topic of that night. After almost about 2 weeks, I took the courage to try to talk about it. She shut me down and telling me to never mention that topic to her.But I consoled her and tried to make her more comfortable about it. I mentioned that I don’t regret that it happened. She was a bit more comfortable over time. We used to talk. Jennifer's eyes were riveted to the young couple writhing around on the floor. "Oh, Richard, I want that thing so bad, I can feel myself coming!" Rachael gasped, arching her hips up and down in a copulatory motion that was very exciting to Jennifer. "Don't worry, Rach," Richard said. "I'll fill ya up real good, and when I get finished, George can stuff your cunt, too!" Richard then raised Rachael's legs up, and put them on his shoulders. Jennifer gasped. She had never even considered a posture. So I gave the crowd a faintly curious look.Then Fred stepped forward. "I've something to say to you, Stone."From Fred's tone of voice, it sounds like he wants to tell me how I should commit suicide. Either that, or perhaps he wants to... no, even the most optimistic predictions have them doing that now.I watched as a girl I did not recognize stepped to Fred's side. She said "Fred, you have to."I tried to keep only a faintly interested look on my face. All the clues led me to think something was.