He’s in his fifties, a widower who chooses not to remarry. Both he and I are happy with the arrangement of being friends with benefits. I would love...to have the same kind of arrangement with Arthur. It’s hard for me to imagine he’s only seventeen and I care for him so much. He’s of an age where sometime down the road—I mean when we are both out of the University and into our jobs—where I suppose he could be a great candidate for a husband. But it would be foolish to even consider something like. ”The pretty little brunette giggled. “I just can’t stand them, either one of them. Look at Sandy, over there shaking her ass for those guys, and my dad just standing there, watching her do it. Useless prick.” She was mad again.“Maybe that’s how they get off.” I said. The teenager looked at me, startled. She wasn’t used to an adult speaking to her as another adult. “Maybe it’s their little game. Your dad might like watching other men react to Sandy shaking her ass.”“Ewwww!” she exclaimed,. Ask anyone."Shirley came around the chair and plonked herself on my lap and put her arms around my neck. Then turning to look at the two women present asked, "I'm not trespassing on anyone's territory here, am I?"Both the girls in my party shook their heads to tell Shirley that I wasn't with them."Is there a girlfriend around who's likely to come after me and scratch my eyes out?" I don't think so," one of the girls said. "He's still sulking about Rigmor going home."That's handy," Shirley said.. For a moment it felt as if her mouth forgot it was in the midst of a delirious kiss and she moaned an ahhhh into his mouth while he fondled her. But soon his hand moved on and slid over the length of her warm thighs. He never had to push them open as they gradually parted further and further while he stroked her skin. Soon he was stroking her inner thighs and finally let his fingers brush up against her exposed slit. She moaned a bigger, deeper ahhhh into his mouth and opened her legs.