Still, I wouldn't tell her ifCarol didn't.We were sitting over a leisurely lunch at the end of my last freeweek."I knew Sally was going to marry you a... soon as I met you," she said,smiling. "You're a perfect match. She's well-organised and terriblybossy, but she's not always right. You're easy-going, so she usuallygets her way, but you're stubborn when it matters, so you won't lether make any serious mistakes. Perfect combination!"I laughed, but I knew she had us pegged."Now, come on," she. After all, it was harmless. Trivial. Perfunctory! But then for a second time, with renewed interest, she swiveled her neck sideways to look at me and the spell was broken. Sharply I whipped my faced forward, only to sneak a quick look her way again to see that she was still looking at me, and slightly grinning. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, and started preparing something to say -- what I could not figure -- as if being asked to plead my case, when she was the one who instead chose to. I'll just say I'm going to the movies or something. I'll say I'm going with you." Heather was grinning. "You say you're going with me, and it'll be cool."Heather and Debbie were best friends, like me and Jen, which was the good thing about inviting them both together. Heather would talk Debbie into it even if I couldn't. All I had to do was walk quietly and wait for it to happen."What if we get caught though?" Debbie sucked her lips. "I'll get grounded for like a year or something." We ain't. Pushing you back against the table, I lifted your ass on onto it, and pulled the tee shirt up off you, over your head. Your body glistened with the rain pouring off it. Laying you back on the table, your pussy was the exact right height for me to rub my swollen cock against. Pushing my boxes off, I rubbed the tip against you as you opened your thighs to show me your wet, waiting openness. Leaning back on your elbows, you watched me rub, caress your hot wetness with my cock, your legs open, and.