“Shit ... This isn’t it,” I muttered, giving Heather a sidelong look.“What do you mean?” Lara asked.“Spell it backward.”After a moment, ...ara started laughing. “Told you!” she cried.“Told me what?”“That was too easy. We have to at least figure out the whole message.”Heather chimed in. “You mean you didn’t even work out what it says?”“Matt just guessed based on a couple of the words. Obviously the wrong strategy.”I lifted a couple of the developing trays, still convinced I was on the right track.. “Phil, you’re losing your touch. I figured you’d have a hand in her snatch by the time we hit the highway.”“That’s why I took off my panties this time,” Katelyn remarked.“Be good,” Phil muttered.“I saw you checking out my knockers,” Katelyn said. “Face it; you’re riding home with three sexy broads. We know and now you know it, too.”She winked at Phil but slapped his hand when he playfully reached across the seat toward her crotch.“We are going to set SouthPointe on fire!” Tiffany said. “Wait. You keep going back for more, like a dog eating its own vomit. I swear, Wendy, if I’m not talking to him in 5, your ass is out of here, I’ll start the divorce proceedings on Monday, and I’m going back up those stairs and fucking the living shit out of Kelly in every hole. Probably all week long. Your choice.’ She grabbed the phone from me angrily, and ran from the room. I started laying out the food choices, and turned on the waffle iron. Wendy came back about a minute later. ‘He’s not there.’. So I squeeze them myself, fiercely, angrily. It feels so good, the other nipple is brushing against my arm, and the heavy fullness of my breast grazes your skin. It is hemmed in on all sides and it aches for more, more then a brush, more then a breath. Frustrated, almost as if it had a mind of its own the nipple is reaching farther towards more contact. I place my hand over it, palm against the nipple, fingers embedded in my breast. I squeeze tight; grasping, pinching myself. Sinking into the.