Next we went over to the shirts section where I began trying on variousT shits and blouses, most of which bored me. However, shirts that caughtmy atte...tion were the ones that showed my navel or revealed a bit ofcleavage...the sexy ones that showed off my assets...the ones that Iwould have expected to avoid at all costs. I couldn't explain why, butthese were the shirts that I wanted to wear, not the plain and boringones that tried to hide my figure. Mom gave me an odd look the entiretime,. “You’re killing me!” but you don’t care. The thin fabric of my pants is enough to keep me from bursting right there, but you unzip me brazenly and slip your hand underneath. My cock twitches as you grip my shaft, squeezing me harder now. “Hurry up,” you demand, impatiently stroking my hard cock. “We’re stuck here I think, it’s still a while before we get there,” I respond hoarsely. You keep stroking me, and it’s hard for me to keep my eyes on the road. We get honked again and you look back at. The girl kissed Paul's cheek and gave him another hug. "Well, just try to tone it down some will ya, sugah?" She walked off to a table of customers, her perfect round ass bouncing with every step. Paul's eyes were glued to her every curve when he heard Tom's obnoxious laugh. He shot him a glare that could stop a bull dead in its tracks. "What the fuck you laughing at?" Tom stopped laughing and nervously coughed. "Well, I umm...I just couldn't help but notice the way you watch her. She your. ‘I’ve known Chase for over thirty years. Since he was born. Our families were good friends.’ ‘Jesus. Sorry. I’ve never understood that. It seems like, more often than not, that kind of thing doesn’t bother men. How can they forgive their friends, resume these friendships even after they’ve been betrayed? How did you do it?’ ‘I’m not saying there weren’t any problems. I didn’t talk to him for a year. Refused to talk to either of them. But they’re my neighbors, and I’d see them everywhere. I grew.