.. No?“Gentlemen and lady, I bid you adieu. Perhaps another time.”The TV screen disappeared and the bidders clustered around Miss Jakobsen. Her en...ourage bullied their way forward and the losers stepped back.The loser who dithered too long stepped up to grandfather, shook his hand, and said. “Perhaps, next time ... should such a prize again appear... ?”Grandfather said, “Certainly, Dario Antonio. Should another such a one ... thank you for coming.”I wouldn’t say the man was pushed out the door. "Me neither," she promised. "We can still be friends, right?" Yeah."And we were friends after that, as if nothing happened, which was more Jenny's doing than mine. I was frightened for weeks afterwards, sure that one of those days she wouldn't answer my phone calls, wouldn't want to go to the mall or roller blade or just hang out with me. But she always did, and that only made me love her more. And she knew that I think, or at least suspected, but Jenny didn't show any fear of it and I never. I guess that's where I should begin.You know how close friends get, how you get to be physically as well as emotionally close, and you are so comfortable around them you feel like you could do anything. That's how it was with Sara and I.Sara is petite and pretty, and always makes me laugh. I, curvier - particularly the D breasts - had always felt like there was something more between us, even though I had never questioned the fact that I was 100% straight. Sara, of course, changed everything.It. Our tits, still stuck together, quivered and shook as both of us trembled in delight. I braced myself on my elbows in the soft sand and pumped away at her pussy. I groaned, savoring her delicious cunt wrapped about my shaft. It felt so wonderful. The silky friction caressed my girl-dick pumping away at her depths.Pleasure crossed her face. Her blue eyes fluttered as she groaned. She wrapped her arms about my body, and I held them in place. She hugged me to her, trapping me against her. I.