"He's too gorgeous. Men like that are just too shallow to appreciate us."Dayna shook her head. "That wouldn't stop you from going out with him if he a...ked you."Brandi blushed and turned her head away.I arched an eyebrow at my sister. "Don't you have a boyfriend back home?"Dayna chimed in, "What happens at camp, stays at camp." Brandi just blushed again. I certainly couldn't disagree with that motto."Doesn't matter anyways. Greg's not going out with either of us." Dayna just exhaled and rolled. “Chachi!” He whispered.“Haan beta,” she made a kissing sound with her lips in the air. It was an endearment she had used so many times, that kissing sound, over the years to reassure the child who she tended. Today it felt completely different. He sighed and his hands roamed over her back feeling her flesh. His hands felt rough on her; hands that handled sport equipment. The roughness excited her skin which was rarely, if ever, felt by any human hands. As he moved up her back the blouse and it. Mrs. Martin watches as the men are always looking at my ample bottom flexing under the tight dress and I get quite aroused knowing they are. She tells me that Judge Mahoney takes particular interest in my bottom when I walk around the restaurant. We just laugh it off because as she puts it he must be old enough to be my grandfather but even that does not stop me imagining him ravishing me. My trouble started when one evening my friends called me from the local bar and wanted me to drive them. We are best friends, we are lovers, we are soulmates. But it wasn't like that always, it came over time, we grew together, we have shared desires and hurts. We have shared pain. I cried with her when she couldn't hardly walk when she was pregnant with James. I was with her in the delivery room. I saw all the gory details and saw her at her worst. I was the one that carried her over my shoulder, with puke running down my back when she got drunk at my own brother's wedding.I have taken verbal.