“He… he just told you?” She looks astonished. “Yes, he told me. Not you. Cassie, you’re my best friend, my sister, how could you hide somet...ing like this from me?!” I’m frantic now, feeling nothing but betrayal. “Oh, like I’m the only one keeping secrets!” She’s very angry. “I saw you and him fucking a few weeks ago, and it didn’t look like your guy’s first rodeo.” I know I should be mad, and part of me is very angry, but this girl is my best friend, my life line. I can’t just be a heartless. Heather didn’t complain at all, but simply sighed and melted in his arms. Emboldened, he slipped the other hand under the front of her sweater, bringing it up to cup a breast that was warm and soft in its restraining brassiere.Heather continued squirming atop Robby, moaning softly as her breasts were touched. Robby reached around and unclasped the lacy bra holding her in, then as he cupped and held her tits with one hand, slid the other down into her stretchy blue jeans, to slip inside her. We walked into my house and got into the kitchen. Steve found our little bar area in the kitchen and mixed some more drinks. I sipped on them as I started to prep. Steve came up behind me and started to massage my shoulders. He said that I looked so tense and it felt so good. Steve told me to stop for a minute and get into the living room so he could give me a better massage. I was down on the couch and had him massage my shoulders. He told me to lay down on the couch so he could get me more. She gave me a big frown then stomped back to the van. The newspaper reporter walked up to me and stuck out his hand "Thanks, you did exactly what you said you were going to do. I'm going to use that in my story. It'll make great copy. Can you point to where the truck with the bad guys was?"I pointed and he went over to investigate the spots on the old gray asphalt. He stop there and looked back over to us on the patio, made a couple of notes then went to his car and drove off.I asked Martin if.