’ I turned my ear and listened hard. The dull thrum of a lawn mower could be heard outside. I hadn’t even noticed it until Becky brought my attent...on to it. Mr P was out mowing the lawn. I sighed in relief and wondered how long that would take him. ‘Doesn’t your Dad own the Construction business anymore?’ I queried Beck. ‘Of course he does. Why do you ask?’ She responded. ‘Well, shouldn’t he be at work today? I remember he used to work Saturdays.’ ‘Oh he hasn’t worked Saturday’s in ages. Geez. We stepped into the bath tub and got under the shower head. The warm water splashed our bodies as we both washed our hair with some shower gel. We brushed against each other, warm, wet and smooth. My cock was poking out at a right angle as was Steve’s and occasionally they would swipe at each other like fleshy swords!“Here, move back a bit and I’ll soap you down”, Steve said lathering his hands with the gel.I stepped out of the water stream and allowed him to wash me. He ran his hands over. "No way this is going anywhere," I thought, but I was there. What could I do?"Billy! How good to see you. What have you been up to?" She invited me in, and we walked into the kitchen where she had been chopping vegetables at the counter.I stammered. I was tongue-tied. Where with Carol I had considered myself suave and mature, with Bridget I reverted to the same shy and timid k** I had always been. "Hi, Bridget. I was wondering what was up with Lars and when he's coming home next. I hope I. The older "by a minute" Rachael was partial to her arcing ponytail that swung with deliberate exaggeration whenever she wanted it to. Her sister Ruth was always seen with her signature pigtails that never failed to display little color-coded ribbons that matched her mood of the day.A little clique of the three close friends from Tower Hill was comprised of Alice, Brittany, and Cindy. They liked to call themselves, "The ABCs". It was surprising that they were so dissimilar in personality but.