"We followed suit, and with us all gathered back again in the spot we'd appeared in, I moved us back to the house. Mom decided we were going to Mikes ...izza for dinner. Yes, it was a teen hangout, but Sunday night at dinner time was it was not exactly teen central, and they also had a very nice selection of Italian dishes on their menu. Mom thought their roasted tomato and arugula pasta was to die for. We called Ginny's parents to see what their dinner plans were, and the Dinner Gods were. "What a way to get a point across; I could hardly keep still; all I wanted was to come and frankly I didn't care how it happened.Patience is a virtue. That's what I kept telling myself for the week that passed without any more talk of the "supposed threesome". Truthfully, every time my mind wandered I thought about it. When I slept I dreamed about it, and awoke to my panties wet, my heart racing, I touched my breasts, squeezed my nipples, fingered myself til I came. Part of me wanted Grace to. My kisses and tongue are eager to envelop your breasts, and as i kiss my way to your nipple my hand slickly cups it and releases it from your bra, then the other and as i kiss, suck and lick your breasts both my hands move to your ass and massage it as your weight shifts forward and you grind your clit on my hard buldge even more. your forarms on my shoulders and hands feeling my shaved head as i thrust my hips along with your movements, almost trying to fuck you through my jeans and your. I just stood there like a big dummy.She realized I was frozen in place so she took matters into her own hands. She dropped her blouse, started unbuttoning mine and peeled off my ruined blouse.“Hmmm, Houston we have a problem,” Jennifer said in a mechanical voice.I looked down at my abundant C cups in my sexy black bra when I realized her thin white blouse would be see through.“Great try Jennifer,” I finally croaked out.“Try not do,” she said in a pretty good Yoda imitation.She reached back and.