That's my bum." "I know." Silence descended. Beth stayed perfectly still, waiting for her new friend to move away, not wanting to get pee on her. Kath...een continued stroking her bum though, arm trapped between Beth's legs. Beth didn't know what to do, she couldn't hold it in much longer. A drip fell from her, landing on Kathleen's arm. She expected her to move away disgusted, but instead she just kept stroking her in the dark, arm brushing against her pussy, hand probing between her buttocks,. As Tim and I often do we sized them up and picked out the one that we liked best. We had been friends for years but we never seemed to pick the same girl. I often wondered why. I think it was because I always tried to pick cute sweet girls while Tim picked cheap easy sluts. Each to his own!Being ever the gentleman that I am I asked the one that I had picked out if I could rub some suntan lotion on her back so that she wouldn’t burn. Tim was right there as usual offering his services to the. I had a good ear and within a month I could scratch out a few tunes. In six months I could sit with the old time fiddlers and keep up on Sally Goodin'. I reckon that fiddle is still my most prized possession.I had various and sundry duties during actual battle, everything from dispatch rider to sharpshooter to bodyguard for staff officers. As a sharpshooter, I had a sweet handling British made Enfield rifle and keen vision so I could challenge a union soldier out to almost half a mile. I also. Wine splashed from the mouth of the bottle, his fingers wrapping around hers to steady the glass. She couldn't tell if the move had been intentional but the look they’d shared earlier now paled in comparison to his touch. Her hand tingled where it met his and she had to fight the impulse to move in closer. Lauren offered him the remaining glass and he released his hold on her to fill it. Once he’d set the bottle on the bench, he took his drink from her outstretched hand and their eyes met over.