"It was nothing, just needed a little cleaning." Really? I was sure the compressor was shot. But you're right, it sounds fine now. Did Melanie leave?"...Yep. She left us something for dinner. She had to go back home to study for finals." Oh, okay," said Patricia, sitting on her bed. She finished drying her hair and put it up in a ponytail, and then gave me a playful smile. "I owe both of you so much. Eric, do you have to rush back?" Uh, no. My evening is free. Something you need?" Well, kind of.". “Hey!” I protested, trying to re-open the cover. “I want to show you my boobies!” Dannye pressed. “OK, fine,” I acquiesced. Dannye sat up on my bed, cross-legged. She pulled her t-shirt over her head, exposing her small but fine looking boobs to me. Her nipples looked liked pencil erasers, sticking out on the ends of her small mounds. “What do you think?” Dannye asked. “Looks like tits to me,” I replied, grabbing my laptop from her lap. “You are horrible!” Dannye replied, obviously upset.. It was hot even though it was late in the day. She could feel her body starting to perspire and she wondered how hot it could get during the heat of the day. She reached to her chest and lifted her breasts in her palms, letting their undersides air out.Kim gave her breasts a squeeze. They were her prides and joys. They were perfect in every way but they were also her biggest enemies. Everyone seemed to prize them above all else about her. Nobody ever took her mind seriously because they. Kinda work the jig up and down slowly and see if there are any Crappie here.”I put a jig on my line and lowered it down about ten feet on the other side when I felt the tug on my line. I set the hook and reeled in a nice sized slab Crappie. I was putting it on the stringer, when Jeannie caught one even bigger than the one I caught. She wanted to take it off the hook and I told her to be real careful with the hook.She had watched me closely and in no time she had the fish off the hook and handed.