What Ellen didn?t realize until much laterit was a locally produced synthetic form of Progesterone cream.Ellen hurried back and had George lay on his ...ack. She cautiously rubbedthe cream into his tender chest. Both were glad to see it providedimmediate relief. So, from that point on even after the rash was gone untilthe pot was empty, she would massage the cream into George?s chest.Unquestionably, George enjoyed the breast kneading. With hormones raging,he felt a stirring of excitement that. I can hear them giggling out in the other room.I have to smile. Guys just don't have friendships like this. You have buddies, but theres always a real distance, by mutual agreement.Get too close and, heaven forbid, something queer might happen.Of course, that's bullshit. I have close guy friends and some of them are gay too. I never get an urge to hop in the sack with any of them. But I think that's the way it plays in a lot of guy's friendships.That's why most of my close friends are females. Megan blushing: Well....Jackson: It may desensitize you to the whole stigma of nudity that someone programmed in your head.Megan: True lol.Jackson took off his shorts revealing his big cock and balls dangling. He removed his tank top too.Megan removed her skirt and her collared shirt. She dropped her panties revealing a fiery bush and nice ass as well as her nice sized tits with erect nipples.Jackson got her to sit on a stool and painted her for a couple of hours with a real life like. Moscovich, who was the teacher on patrol during this lunch period.I simply nodded at my girlfriend’s loud declaration and took her hand to lead her back towards the cafeteria. As I opened the door for her, I simply stated, “In the famous words of Joe Walsh, Life’s Been Good to me so far ... during my second trip through high school.”“Touche, Dr. Mike, er, Cuda,” Lynette chuckled as I stepped back beside her.“Here come the two love birds!” Paul shouted as he saw Lynette and me walking back to.