.. ?" And you should have told me you invited him to the wedding." Would you have come if I did?"I sighed and thought about it, "No, probably not. Why...did you do this to me? I thought you were my friend." Oh, Cat, I *am* your friend. That's why I invited him. You two need to settle this and you know it. You're never going to have any peace until you talk to him." That is not true. Besides which, shouldn't you be dancing with Michael instead of arguing with me?" Yeah, okay. But think about it,. She had to bite her lip while her free hand moved to help her shave. Finished, she sat down in the tub and flipped the switch so shower stopped and began filling the tub. “Oh god, what was his name?” she thought as she began lathering her large breasts as an excuse to fondle them. With a 36D cup, any excuse would do. Jennifer wasn’t really interested in the boy’s name, just his cute butt and that growing bulge in his pants. She had “accidentally” let her books fall out of her arms that day at. The highlight of the day is you teasing me by messaging me a few photos of the lingerie you've been trying on, and a couple in-between, whilst I wait patiently trying to conceal my erection and not to look like a guy perving at women in the lingerie section. As the day turns to evening and needing a break, we find a place to have dinner, it's quite classy, dimly lit and fairly busy. Seated in a booth in one corner, we chat about general stuff over a drink, spend quite a lot of time looking into. Both men looked at each other and grinned. I wasn’t sure what that meant, but something told me I was going to find out soon enough. ‘Ok. And do you know what being bisexual means?’ he asked as he leaned against the desk beside me with his legs stretched out in front of him. ‘It means that they like people of both genders,’ I said without thinking and in a much stronger voice than before. ‘That’s right,’ Mr. Brown said from my other side causing me to jump slightly. He had moved to the desk on.