Two guys, occasionally another, and sometimes a woman or two. The women changed, but the guys were the same. About a month after I'd moved in, I was...out for my run and caught up with a tall guy who looked, from behind, like the occasional pool player. When I caught up, I said hi and a conversation developed. His name was Frank, and it was the pool player. He invited me to stop and play a game sometime. I'm not much of a pool player, but I enjoy it sometimes. After thinking about it that. She stood there, nodding, as he spoke, wondering just what it is he had been thinking, and if it was anything like what she or Mason had been thinking. It was starting to get more than a little confusing, and she wondered if she was going to continue bouncing around like she was.Forestalling him, wanting to make sure things did not get too crazy too soon (time enough for that on the weekend) she spoke up. “Um, actually he did give me a dare that you can help with.” she seized on the. It was the way she’d sized me up - from how she glanced at my braless tits as I left them to their own inept struggle with the plunging front of my capacious cotton dress. Then there was the knowing disapproval that I’d rocked up to the diner in my school issue thigh highs, wearing grubby, laceless sneakers. But it would always come back to the dress - one so short that when I bent over you could see the glistening shimmer of my arousal sparkling on the bald lips of my young, bare cunt. I. “Every four hours, she wants the breast.”“Sounds just like Mike!” Paul said. “Just like all of us guys, actually.”“Just wait until she starts to get her teeth, Mandy,” Robyn said. “Nursing them quickly loses its attraction when they can bite you!”“Don’t listen to her, Mandy,” Sally said. “By the time they are teething, they want something more substantial than milk.”I looked across at Lisa, she seemed a little wistful, and I realized that all this talk of babies and breast feeding was something.