“I know, we could say it's just a friendly brother/sister kiss,” I replied.“But we were making out though, that's not so friendly,” Ray said.�...�Fine whinny ass,” I replied.“You know you love me,” Ray said.I gave him a hug and we just continued to cuddle for a few more minutes. Eventually our parents showed up, they came in and caught cuddling, but not kissing.“Now you two are close, you have 2 couches and you both decide to cuddle together?” Maria asked.“Yes, we're close, we don't mind,” I. It helped my loneliness being around friends, but I knew that afterward I was going home to that lonely house, and that took away about ninety percent of the fun.After I climbed into my bed, I did what I figured any sane human in my condition might do; I started counting the plaster splatters on the ceiling. There were a lot more than I’d ever suspected, over two hundred in just a couple square feet. Then I started to calculate in my head how many that would be in the whole room and finally. Millie and Lettie were not. Both of them talked to me and both seemed to go out of their way to touch me or smile at me, but they probably didn't speak five words to each other all afternoon.When bedtime rolled around, we all went into the wagon. I picked up some blankets and a tarp and told them Abby and I were going to sleep under the wagon tonight."But..." Millie started to say, but I cut her off."I don't want to hear it. When the two of you get your differences worked out, I'll consider. While he was massaging my head he went downwards to my neck and ended to my chest.He was super stunned when he started massaging my chest because my chest is 36c. I got quite horny. He was pressing my chest passionately. I asked him to stopped and I left for home. This happened for a couple of weeks. After few weeks he asked for my number and said he can give me home service. I agreed and gave him my number. On Sunday morning I was having a hangover and I badly wanted a full body massage. But I.