In fact, I’ve avoided bringing any of my friends here except for parties and special occasions. But that’s not good enough for her. I do need her ...o stop calling my female friends sluts, though. That’s just not acceptable.”“On that, I agree. I’ve asked her to stop and told her that it only makes her look crazy, especially to nice young women like Kara and Bethany.”“Thanks. I hope she listens. I would like to have my friends over more this Summer, but if I can’t, I can’t.”We finished our lunch. She stroked her body and pampered it making it feel warm and soft all over. The wine warmed her on the inside as the water warmed her on the outside. She was careful washing and conditioning her hair to make it shiny and smooth as she planned to straighten for the night, a different look for her. She had lingered in the bath for so long that the water began to cool so she decided to slip out of the tub and into the covering of a warm white towel. The soft towel wrapped her body in luxurious. Listening to the music in my ear, I began dancing on my bed, my body visible from the window below. I pretended to be unaware that I knew he was watching,as my p*****n body shimmied to the beat of the music. I stole several more glances, and I could have sworn I saw Larry pull his pajamas down, exposing his full grown adult cock. I kept stealing glances over to the neighbors house as I danced. I couldn't see much detail, but it was obvious that he was watching me and I could make out his hand. You helped me get a good grade in the class. I don't believe I've properly thanked you." She smiled temptingly as she picked up the check. She found her credit card and handed it to the waiter who took it to the register. "Let me at least pick up the tip." I left it on the table as the waiter appeared with her card. "And thank you, Suzanne. I've had a wonderful time." I was still reeling from her unexpected graze of my crotch. There was a growing bulge in my pants. We departed the restaurant,.