I just wanted to, as your friend…oh I don’t know what I wanted to do.’ Cynara fell silent and so did Jane. ‘I just want you to be happy,’ C...nara said helplessly after minutes of silence. ‘You’re my dearest friend, Cynara, you know that right?’ Jane took a step toward her, yearning in a way for things not to end on this note, for their ‘You’re my best friend, too,’ Cynara stepped over some roots to reach Jane and wrap her arms around the shorter woman in a friendly hug. *** ‘Cynara!’. Very quickly.‘Himself’ went from ‘interested’ to ‘Full readiness’ in a lot less than it takes to read that sentence, especially as a cold hand was now caressing both him and the rest of my ‘dangly’ bits.An aside crosses my mind at this juncture, so I’ll pose a question. Guys, why is it that a cold hand placed anywhere other than your ‘wedding tackle’ makes you shudder and complain. Placed on both himself and my balls it does tend to bring things to ‘full mast’ very, very quickly. Or maybe it’s. A couple weekends passed and the 3 of us ran into each other at the local spot. We weren't sitting together but I watched them from a distance. The wife looked sexy and gorgeous as always. Her low cut top and painted on jeans had all the guys looking as it did me. I immediately thought about a 3some and was hoping I would get invited. They are a very close and secret couple, and I thought if it was to happen, I would be the one. Now I have to admit, her words to me as I walked out the door that. "Baby, the girls don't like it when you are not happy." I tweaked my nipple before covering my breast by pulling down my top. Robert glanced over watched e flash my tit at him, and returned his eyes to the road ahead, without reacting. "Robert, I'm sorry. Don't be mad at me," I said coyly, reaching between his thighs and gave his penis a playful squeeze. His cock throbbed noticeably under my touch. "See, Willy's not mad at me. He likes me." I could see Robert trying to keep from grinning. He.