I so vividly remember seeming my cum mixed in with her pussy hair. Very erotic! She always liked to take long beach walks. There was a small ice cream... shop on the beach that she liked to stop in and get a scoop. She loves ice cream and part of me wonders if she isn't reliving her summers in Ft. L when she gets a scoop! Anyway, she would visit the same shop and the owners son, Dan, woould wait on her and frequently gave her free ice cream and spent a lot of time chatting with her. After some. But it's all my fault. I'm sorry." What do you mean? You've got nothing to do with my relationship with Tim. We've known each other for years, it's nothing to do with you." Oh, so if you weren't upset about the way I had been treating you this week, and you were in a happy mood, you would still have thrown your vitriol at poor Tim? You were in a bad mood, because of me, and you took it out on poor Tim, didn't you?" She sipped her wine, looking at me across the table."Well, I'll admit I haven't. Ross, Marie, and I had already discussed mom and dad's anniversary and had decided to surprise them. I was the oldest at 28, Marie was 25, and Ross, the "baby" of the family, as we never ceased to remind him, was 21. I was divorced for the last 3 years, Marie divorced for just one, and Ross had yet to be married. We all lived within 30 miles of each other and spent time together, sincerely enjoying each other's company. There was lots of good natured k**ding about personal aspects of each. ‘Hey! That’s not fair. She was like 4 inches taller than me!’ ‘Yeah, but she made you cry!’ Tea said trying not to laugh. Straitening her face, Tea tried to be serious and asked, ‘so what’s the problem?’ ‘The problem is,’ Alex confessed, ‘That she’s not ‘Just Another Girl.’ She’s my sister’s best friend. I used to put bugs down her shirt and pull her braids and scare her on Halloween. I’ve never though of her this way. How can I ask her out? She probably hates my guts for all the nasty things.