She had such cute legs. I was horny. I wanted to fuck her. Every time I saw slender, feminine, dark-eyed Ronnie she made me horny and I wanted to hug ...er and then fuck her. But it wasn't like wanting Martha. Wanting Martha was maddening. Wanting Ronnie was friendly, affectionate.She lifted out a small, dirty, discolored glass jar.I took it from her and removed the top. Motor oil. "Great. You have an eye dropper, or something?" Medicine dropper?" That'll do."She left the kitchen again. I. When I'd unwound her hair I did my best to smooth it out with my hands. It really was wonderful hair, cold and silky, falling most of the way down her back and the colour off ripening wheat. This wasn't helping my composure. I tried to settle back and watch the film, but I wasn't having much luck concentrating. I wasn't the only one. Once or twice I'm sure I caught Kat eyeing me sidelong. She was thinking about something, and I don't think it was Lauren Bacall's performance on the screen.We'd. “Cheers” we both said in unison“That was nice” she said, “What else can we toast?” she asked which made me think that she had seen it, but another toast would give me another look down her dress so it was a win / win situation.“Here’s to making a new friend” I said smiling as I stood up again, I leant forward to meet Angie’s glass and as she leant forward I got the same view, her nipples were now getting erect and we seemed to hold the position for far too long, I could feel the blood rushing. The instant my feet touched the ground I went on autopilot. I began doing the things necessary to make this a safe landing. And trying to look around to make sure that my friends were down alright. I had landed the farthest away, Donald and Johan were already assisting our novice jumpers. Al was beaming so proud of himself for succeeding. Little Bear was waving his arms around and yelling let's do it again. Johan got him quiet by telling him something he already knew . Sound carries for miles.