Most guys just say nice thongs.”I laughed a little and said, “Well I don’t see a thong.”Just then she stood up with her back to me, felt along...her waist line, and then slipped her hand up under her skirt. As Melody turned around she said, “I forgot to put any on. I guess I’ll be going commando today.” Then she looked at me and said, “Oh hi! I didn’t know it was you.”I replied, “I didn’t know it was you either.”She interlocked our arms and headed me toward the restaurant. Then she asked, “So. The ride to the doctor's office was very quiet. Neither of us hadanything to say that would make a difference. Mom turned on the radioand we listened to music. She picked a station which she knew I liked,although it wasn't her favorite, I'm sure. There wasn't much traffic andwe pulled into the parking lot of the hospital with about forty-fiveminutes to kill. Mom parked and we went in. The coffee shop was open andMom asked if I wanted anything. I shook my head. She went over to theinformation. The other cars on the road moved aside in perfect sync to clear a path for it, the city’s transit system taking control of their navigation computers, filling in the opening behind the vehicle just as quickly as it blazed by.He pulled his phone from his pocket, checking that he was at the right stop. If the address that he had found on the city’s intranet was correct, his destination was nearby.Jamie pushed his way through the throngs of people, heading into the Old Town, the glittering glass. We like to see how much fun you’re having.?Hopelessly, Cindy opened her eyes and began rubbing with considerably more vigor. What she saw was three people watching everything she did avidly. ?I can’t believe that part of getting yourself excited isn’t in playing with your titties, Cindy. Let’s see a little massaging those nips.?Obediently, Cindy reached her other hand up to one of her breasts and began pinching the nubbin. In seconds it had perked up and was standing erect. She continued to.