" Well, I'm pretty sure I know, why?" Julie and I were two of the girls and we want to have our own little contest for you to judge, okay?" Oh, yeah, ...hat is it?" A lot like the last one but you get to judge which one of us gives you the best orgasm. And, you can watch us." Right now?" Sure, if that's okay with you?" Oh, yeah, it's great. Both of you." Yes, both of us. But, we keep this secret, right?" Oh, yeah, forever. Who goes first?" Well, why don't you take your clothes off while we. " Did you bring your car?" That would be a bit of a slap in the face in this neighborhood, don't you think? I wasn't slumming."Troy walked over to his Harley, and kicked it to life. He handed Bob a helmet."Let's go," he said.Bob got on the back of the motorcycle gingerly, and they sped away, leaving behind a group of aghast boys.They pulled up in front of the Jones's house, and Troy parked the bike.Bob let himself into the house."June? I'm home!" Hello, dear! I'm in the kitchen!"Bob walked out. " I wasn't going to say anything," Kayla mock-protests."Nah, but I don't blame you for thinking it," I say. "I actually like,you know, having these conversations, being able to talk openly aboutgender-related stuff..." Me too," Kayla says, cuddling her tiny body closer to mine. "So why DOmen wear trousers and women wear skirts?" I dunno," I shrug. "Social thing, maybe? I mean, skirts are less, youknow, 'convenient', so women have to wear them to 'know their place'?" I heard a saying recently,. You touch his arm as you laugh at one of his jokes. He reaches up to gently brush your long blonde hair away from your eyes. You reward one of his compliments with a kiss on the cheek. You both continue to flirt and talk for a half an hour, maybe more. It doesn't look like either of you are going to call it off, the churning in my gut is more excitement than jealousy, I decide, so I won't be calling it off either.Finally, he becomes a bit bolder. He rests his hand on your knee, caressing you.