She wanted to know if Ted fucked me. She could tell by the way I blushed that he had. She asked me if I enjoyed it? I was hesitant to answer, stil... embarrassed, that I had been fucked in my rear by my best friend and enjoyed it very much. She saw the way I blushed and knew the answer. Then she leaned over and kissed me and told me it was OK. She enjoyed being with Laura so I should enjoy myself with Ted. I should experience all a woman feels. We were on vacation just enjoy. She. ”“Just be careful.”“I’ll be careful.”Snicker. “Invite me to the wedding.”“You’re evil, girl. No wedding.”“Better not be a baby shower, either...”“Almost a month. He hasn’t TOUCHED me. I’ve kissed his cheek. That’s all. Wanna introduction?”“Sure. Why not? That way I can be a witness at his trial.”“Really evil.”Walked up to Bob’s window. He smiled when he saw me. Kept smiling.“Bob, this is my friend Denise Wilkerson. Denise, this is Bob Newman. He’s sorta my guardian.”“Hi, Denise,” Bob said. He. It drew out an affection and desire to protect her the same way he felt for his sisters.Yes, he'd told her. Then he tried to tell himself that was as far as his feelings went, but something about her vulnerability drew him in in ways he was uncomfortable admitting. When he held her after Carrie left and kissed her fragrant hair, his body had automatically responded and made him feel like a creep. He resolved to keep a tight reign on himself to avoid betraying her trust."Okay, I think that's. We can always return stuff if we have to.” Cindy reasoned.“Or show him our pussies…,” Stacy grinned.“Can I help you ladies?” The girls turned to see a handsome clerk standing beside them. He was definitely checking them out, stealing glances at their full firm tits. “My name is Stan, what can I do for you young movie stars?” he teased, noticing the girls were wearing their sunglasses inside the store.‘Fuck my brains out,’ thought Stacy. Then she peered over her sun-glasses and said, “Um, do you.