But for some reason, I couldn't make my voice work.Bradley smoothed a strand of hair away from my face and I closed my eyes briefly. When I opened the..., I dropped my eyes to Bradley's crotch. He had a hard-on. I could see it straining against his fly.I bit my bottom lip and then raised my tank top, letting my firm tits fall free to Bradley's gaze. I saw him swallow hard and his eyes widen. I had no explanation for the feelings of horniness coursing through my body."Touch them, Bradley," I said. “You’re not leaving,” she said. “Yeah.” I said. I stammered my way through some excuse. “Don’t go,” Cindee said. “Stay and have breakfast with us.” |I looked over at the naked people on the floor. The idea of facing them in the daylight, knowing what we’d done with each other the night before, was not something I wanted to do. How do you have a polite conversation with someone who had, just hours before, been tonguing your asshole? “No,” I said, “I should go.” She put her arms around my. “Experience,” he chuckled, “why else would an attractive girl like her subject herself to all this, except for money? ‘The love of money is the root of all kinds of evil,’ after all; the bible got that one right. Also, the indent in her third finger, left hand. She recently took off her wedding ring. Why would she have done that? I am prepared to state that I have just given her the opportunity that she was hoping for, but she’s having misgivings.”“Misgivings?”“Yeah. In her head, I think she. She always looked good but she’d taken it to a whole new level. If she was already so far out of my league, why had she dressed to impress?Her boots clicked across the classroom and every eye was on her and she knew it but had her focus on me. That felt great.“Hey cowboy.”“Damn, Tina. I’m pretty sure it’s against Mesa school rules to look this hot.”She put a finger on my chest and pushed me into my seat. “Down, boy. Save it for later.”I got some ribbing for that from guys in the room while the.