Then I pulled away and broke the kiss off. I almost kissed her back, but realised that she didn’t fancy me and it was just a rebound thing and the d...ink. I had never seen Amy as anything more than a friend. I’d always found her sexy and attractive, but she had always had a boyfriend. Her boyfriend was nothing like me either, so I knew that I wasn’t her type. Once she tried to kiss me it made me look at her a bit differently. She didn’t have a boyfriend now. Although we were always just friends. "I actually like it when guys check her out".He swiveled his head over to me, studying my face for a couple of seconds. "Really? Cause I mean ... you're really lucky. Seriously." I nodded as we both watched my wife as she walked over to her chair and started to dry off, squeezing the water from her hair as she sat down. She then laid back in her chair, here knees up and her legs parted a little. I could feel my own cock jump a little, and I imagined Derek's was probably growing a little. He knew of a clearing, deep in the forest, where roe deer often stood in the morning hours, and thereto he was heading. It had been a good two moons since he had hunted last, and he was eager to test his new bow. The yew staff required more power than his old ash bow but Pelle was a strong man. A few test shots had shown him that his accuracy did not suffer under the greater power of the new bow and he guessed that he gained half again over his old range.Closing in on the grassy open he moved. “Krista, what did your parents do that was so bad? Why were you so desperate for this job?”She poked at a half-eaten sandwich before answering. “There is a ritual that takes place for sorority members. I don’t know the details, but it freaked them out. They ran.”“That doesn’t sound so bad. I know it’s a cult, but it’s better not to have people who don’t want to be part of it.”“It’s not just that. They started spreading rumors about the ritual, saying crazy stuff. It got them shunned.”“It blew.