She slid one finger between her moist swollen lips and slowly caressed he swollen clitoris. She was lost in the moment when a cough startled her into ...consciousness. A yard away was stood a tall swarthy looking farm hand, his shirt open to the waist his muscular chest was gleaming with sweat. He wiped his forehead with a red bandana, placed it in his pocket, and then smiled. She was shocked but even more aroused than before. Her dress had ridden up and displayed her tanned shapely legs and her. I didn?t know how to approach her. I?dnever known why she bothered to be my friend. We didn?t have anything incommon. I always felt she was going to drop me. If I went in theredemanding she give up her life then she might stop wanting to hang outwith me. My nights out with Rose were one of the highlights of my life.I didn?t want to risk losing them.But I steeled myself. I reminded myself that she had stolen my life. Shewasn?t Rose. I? I was. Sort of. Or I had been once, even though I wasPam. He suggested I start wanking as well, so I very nervously got my dick out and started stroking it. I was immediately aware that I was bigger (a different ex had told me I was “huge” but I hadn’t believed her that I was particularly well endowed until then) but he was a decent size and I kept glancing at it. He noticed and said I could stroke him if I wanted. I tentatively wrapped my hand around his dick and began stroking him, a very weird sensation when you’ve only held your own before. After. ”“I’m sorry, Mel,” I said sympathetically.I wanted to say something more substantial, more meaningful, but I just couldn't find the words.She gave me a soft smile and continued.“To make matters worse, my managing partner gave me the task of interviewing the summer interns, and it wasn’t going well. They just all seemed so young and eager and stupid… and I could barely concentrate on anything they said and was on the verge of tears the entire time.”Mel drained her wine glass with one long.