I don't know if that's what she wants."I told her how I couldn't control it and I told her how it drove me insane. She guessed people off the top of h...r head and never thought it to be herself. Eventually she says to me, "Wow, I'd kill someone if they were torturing me that way."I go out on a limb. "For you that'd be suicide."And then the dam broke.Shock flew across her face. I told her how long it had been with me and that it was entirely lacking in feelings. I simply lusted for her in the. I felt an odd rush of uneasiness travel down my spine and settle in my stomach. The front door clicked shut behind me. “I have to tell you something that’s gonna be difficult for you to hear,” Julie stated plainly. My face twisted in confusion. She took the baker from my hands and brought it into the kitchen. I followed her. Julie set the baker down in a cabinet inside her island counter. “What is it?” I asked. Part of me just wanted to break the awkward silence, the odd tension that filled the. At here next forfeit I told her she has to get up and walk to the lounge and back so we could look at her. She was very hesitant being naked in front of my friend for the first time, remember the grew up together but never had anything going on, but with a bit of prodding from my side she got up and slowly walked away from us showing her back and butt, she then stopped hesitated for a second then turned around showing off her 36C and half shaven pussy. Then slow walked around the table passing. “Bob Lawrence, the pastor of Aldersgate UMC in Evanston, just had a stroke.”“I’m sorry to hear that.”“And I need a substitute preacher for Sunday morning. Would you permit your husband to take that job?”“Of course I will. I’ll keep him in my prayers, too.” She meant Bob Lawrence, not David.“Did Campbell really put the promise to attend your services in the wedding vows?”“No. Well, you can ask Reverend Campbell, but David’s like that. Don’t ask him about St. Paul’s recipe for chili.”“May I speak.