That’s what I realize. Every friendship yearns for some additional expression to tell that other friend how much you thank god you met them, that yo... still have them. You want to touch their hand, always expressing that overwhelming gratefulness of a closeness to another human being that lets you tell all, say all, shout all your thoughts, your innermost thoughts if you want to and have them returned, lovingly burnished, carefully handled … …. back to you.’ ‘God made us this way so that the. . . . let me help”. And then the seduction begins. We undress each other trying our best to take clothes off without letting our lips part, kind of an adventure really. I promise I have surprises for you later, but it has been so long and I just want to feel your body against mine. I want the warmth and weight of you on top of me. I sigh as our bodies touch, I swear I may cum with just this sensation; I am already humming, throbbing, and melting. I want to devour you, it seems I cannot. "Store bought?" says I."Not on your life. These babies are organic." I'm impressed," says I, wrapping them around my favorite appendage, shoving the rest in her mouth and down her throat. I pumped like a woodpecker trying to drill through the petrified forest while she hummed on the instroke and breathed on the outstroke.After about 45 minutes, I got that feeling in my balls. "I'm going to come," I said, loud enough for the next door neighbor to hear me. I shot eight or nine times, straight. The golden mini skirt she wore as part of her costume revealed more of her perfectly sculpted legs than I’d ever seen before.My inner lesbian reacted and the heat ripped through me. She was so hot. My mouth watered uncontrollably. The scotch was helping perhaps a tad more than I needed, but my courage was holding. The blue satin top she wore was barely more than a tight camisole, but at least it resembled the Disney’s classic version of the character, complete with puffy, short sleeves..