Really don't wanna get up." She swayed over to where I now lay, stood there looking at me with those bright eyes, the ghost of her sweet little smile...still haunting her face. "You said it yourself, sometimes you end up lunch, right?" "What do you mean?" "You're gloomy is what I mean. Not what a person would expect from a guy in your situation." "What makes you think I'm not just... tired?" "Because that's different from gloomy." She said, breezing out the door with both my pack of smokes. She put her arm around me and started rubbing my chest. I told her she was going to get herself into something that she might not want. She just replied that she knew what she was doing. I turned to face her and she gave me a warm kiss and slid her hand down to my rock hard cock. She said that she had often watched her mom and me when we were having sex and had also found a video of us that she and her friend had watched. I asked her just what she wanted and she said everything that I had done. “Ugh, why did he have to be engaged?”“I did tell you yet like a moth to the flame you went and asked him out anyway.” The eldest of the group looked down at her friend who had their face flat against the table, right next to an impressive collection of empty pint glasses.“I thought you were kidding … I have the worst luck.”“Ya think?” Their reply oozed with sarcasm before it was replaced by a bite of pizza.“Bitch.” She said, with a pathetic slur the word tumbling from her mouth in a rush of. I warmed it up and I noticed she had her legs spread a couple of inches apart. For a second I thought I could see a part of some light blue panties, but it could’ve been my imagination. If I was a little gassed, I would have thought she was flirting, but I had enough sense to know, or at least think, that she wasn’t. She was getting comfortable in the passenger seat as I eased my car out of the driveway. In about 10 minutes of driving at around 30 m.p.h. we were near her car. I made a u-turn.