" She grinned real big and told me, "Good job, sweet baby!" I felt like a million bucks. I had a hard-on all the way home. - - - - - It was Tuesday an... I knocked on the Bakers' front door. It opened. “Oh, hi, Neal. Come on in. I just made a pitcher of lemonade.” Three minutes later, we were in the ‘den’ up in the attic. We were both drinking lemonade naked on the folding bed. She was fondling my stiff pecker as if she had never seen one before. Her breasts pressed against my arm and chest. I. “Don’t know. Too small for door.”“I’ll hold onto it.” Sliding the key into his pocket, he suddenly remembered. “Hey, what do you know about the grandfather clock that is supposed to be down here?”“Clock?” Tink looked around. “No clock down here.”“Well, it isn’t here now, but I know I saw it a couple of times. It is usually over by the stairs, but I haven’t seen it in a long time.”“Tink don’t know. Tink never see clock.”“Oh.” Well, that was a mystery that was going to have to wait. He patted the. By halfway through we were in a full cuddle with her falling into the embrace of my arms. I thought to myself that Clara was in such a fragile state that to risk anything more than a friendship was foolish. It was better to be the friend in this scenario and not ruin our friendship entirely because Clara needed me. The next part of the movie could not have been more awkward looking at the situation I was in. It showed two friends getting drunk and having sex. Clara nudged around her body. "Goddddddd, I'll never get sick of this. You feel so good in me." She said as Joe pressed to the hilt in her and held that position, still holding her breasts and bending to hug his body to hers."We should just go on the bed." Joe whispered to her as she swooned from being so full."Fuck no! Don't move lover, you feel so good!" she whimpered back.Hearing her cry of approval made Joe begin to hump her like a dog in heat, short strokes staying deep in her. He finally needed to feel some friction.