I don’t need to wait until we both come home from work exhausted, and all we want to do is sit and veg out. I don’t need to think about this any l...nger. I love you. We have been best friends for a long time, and you know me better than anyone else. I know you better, too. And I do, I love, love, love you. I love the way your mouth curls when you are pissed, and I love the way the corners of your eyes crinkle up when you laugh. I love the way you can just say things, without worrying about if. ” she argued.“I love and care for her but think that she needs to learn from someone other than me.”“All the boys she dates have only one thing in mind and that’s fucking.”“You’re correct about that. I just need to think about this some more.” “George, this is the perfect time. I’ll be out of the way, and you can focus on Julie and her needs and desires. Think of this as a five-day date where you will give her a good head start on her dating life.“Yes, the timing works, but other than her. I just don't think I can do this any more. I'm worried about you. Before, you were using me as a crutch to make up for your bad dating. I don't mind that; it was my idea in the first place. But now, you're not even dating at all. I love you and want you to be happy. I know you enjoy spending time with me but I just don't feel right. I feel like I'm stealing you. Have you forgotten about Mr. Right? That can't be me!" You yourself told me that Mr. Right — " Look, I was wrong, OK? He must be out. ”“I guess he did.” I said and moved closer. I could smell the scent of aroused female. I reached for her and kissed her gently while rolling one nipple between my thumb and forefinger. She moaned so I ventured on. My other hand lowered to the crotch of her panties and pressed in.“Oh, yes, touch me, Bob.” She said and looked at me and smiled.I pushed in and the crotch of her bikini panties disappeared between her fur lined lips. I could feel her wetness and her clit hardening. Her labia was.