She somehow had a special feeling for me even though she was married , but she never told anything but the things which she would do for felt that way..., like calling me at her home for any reason and making plans to go out together as a group so that we both are together.I could feel her boobs and hugged her tight and my hand was on her waist and slowly was moving up and down feeling her bra strap from outside her t-shirt. And she was getting comfortable as well with what I was doing and her. Something's are more important than others."Denise began to blush as muted giggles broke out around the table."So, how was your trip down?" asked Staci, "And why did it take you so long to get here? We were expecting you a couple hours ago at least." Ah... the trip down. Well, let's just say that I've had better days. First of all, I had to work, as I'm sure Denise told you. When my sub showed up, she was obviously too sick to work, so I agreed to stay until 12:30. At 12:30 the guy working for. Mrs. Prendergast selected a couple of the boys to get the frogs out of the refrigerator and pass them around. Roger tossed one on the counter in front of Marcie and imitated the sound of a frog "rrrribbit". Predictably, that got laughs from the boys on the other side of the island and a scowl from Angela. Marcie though was staring at the poor dead frog in front of her. When she heard the "rrrribbit" Marcie's eyes rolled up into her head and she slumped to the floor. That made Roger and several. I say, “Hold on one second, I will be right back.” You groan and start masturbating your hard cock, with sure hard strokes. I bite my lip watching you, before I quickly run to the kitchen.You hear the refrigerator door open and me rustle around, moving jars and things about. I hurry back into the living room, my big breasts swaying up and down. In my hands are a can of whip cream, a glass jar of maraschino cherries, and a bottle of chocolate sauce. You gulp as you stare up at my naked body,.