Er war nie aufdringlich, hatte nie versucht, bei mir zu landen. Er war der Clown, hinter dem jeder unterging und den Platz nach einem Jahr entnervt ve...ließ. Ich war die neue, in der zehnten wegen Umzug meiner Eltern in seine Schule versetzt, nach dem ich von meinem alten zuhause fliehen musste. Ich war glücklich, wo ich war, schirmte er mich doch von aller nur erdenklichen Aufmerksamkeit ab. So konnte ich fleißig lernen und unbehelligt von zu viel männlicher Belästigung und brachte den Eltern. Who wouldn't? It was sexy as hell, watching the tip of her finger disappear into her red painted mouth. I think she enjoyed seeing me watch her. When she touched her wine stained finger to my lip, my tongue darted out for a taste. I don't think I could've stopped myself if I had wanted to. She did it again. Again I tasted. When she took her finger and ran it across her lips, I felt an intense rush of heat through my pussy. I bent over to run my tongue across her bottom lip and then suddenly. He knew was being hypocritical but that’s the way he was and that’s what he felt.In thinking further about this situation, Craig tried to reverse their position and thought about how Monica would react if she caught him with either Lori or Laura. He honestly didn’t know what she would do but if he had to put some money on it, he thought the odds were that she wouldn’t be happy to say the least. In a lighter moment he thought that she probably would be extremely pissed. Maybe he really didn’t. Without thinking, I leant forward a little giving him a better view and then I just waited. He hooked his hands back in my sweats and pulled them down to my ankles for me to step out of. I now stood in front of my best friend in just a little vest top and a thong, shaking with anticipation for what he would do next. I wasn’t disappointed. He came up close behind me and slid his hands between my legs. He cupped my cock and balls, rubbing them through the panties and making me moan. I leant.