That meant better friends, better parties, and- most importantly- better boys! Rosalie (Rosy) was lovely. She was 5 2 tall with size 32 b breasts, lon... legs, an impossibly small waist, and a perfect ass. She had tight blonde curls that hung to the small of her back, and eyes that were so blue that they were almost clear. She had long, beautiful eyelashes, a small round mouth, and a smile that could make a mans cock so hard it hurt! Hello? Rosy asked as she answered the ringing phone. Rosy! Her. We continued talking about her new business, and then switched easily into telling each other about our families. I met her parents and younger brother at graduation, but her older sister, Molly, wasn’t able to make it her graduation. Kaleigh told me that Molly lived in Tampa Bay and is a cheerleader for the Buccaneers. Her sister had a Buccaneer fundraiser to attend that Saturday, and then a game to cheer at that following Sunday. As we were talking, Kaleigh pulled out her cellphone and opened. I felt her other hand sliding my fly down and then reaching inside my pants and pulling my cock out. I groaned as her cool soft skin grasped my head, fingers closing around my shaft, pulling it towards her. Her lips parted slightly, her small pink tongue flicked across them and was gone. Her head stayed forward, her fringe hanging over her eyes. Leaning forward, I raised her head until her neck was arched, until I could see her eyes. She looked at me, and then through me, as if neither of us. Aware that everyone was looking at him, Jack said, “Trupti is returning to India.”“Now we don’t have to vote on it,” Claire said. She looked around the room and said, “Let’s not mention this to Melissa.”“No problem,” Dave said with a relieved expression on his face.“So ... about Daryl. What are the odds that he would move in with me?” Liz asked still trying to find a solution to her problem. She hadn’t thought about having a young man move in with her, but she was feeling a little desperate.“I.