I kept quiet.“Still, I figured you’d done more than me, but I figured you’d done ... you know, a lot more,” Alex said.Sam coughed. “Um. Why ...... why would you think that?” she said in a slow, wobbly voice.“You’re so much prettier than me. And you go to a lot more parties.”“I’m not prettier,” Sam mumbled.The girls quieted down and I felt I was going to get some real sleep. Alex sighed, “I hope Gene’s not expecting something too amazing.”“Gene’s not expecting anything,” Max said. “I’m with Sam,. My wife is petit but with great breasts and she sometimes showed off her cleavage to great affect which he found every opportunity to have a peak when he thought she wasn’t looking. When she wore really tight fitting clothes it was even better – her breasts pressed against the material, her slim legs encased in tight jeans, or even better when she wore those short shorts – you get the idea. He told me he often jerked off thinking about her. Thinking about being able to hold her and touch her.. I don't want to give you a heart attack." Then she kissed him again and turned around to give him time to get himself in order. She fiddled with a display of windshield wipers.The next day, when it was time for Chrissy to go to work, she decided to wear a short denim skirt. She chose a pair of lavender panties to wear under them. When she got to work she hugged Bob, pressing her body against his. She was extra vigilant to get every windshield that day, and bent over each hood, knowing that her. “Don’t forget Dumb Shits!” I told him before adding, “I pumped five rounds into Haskins before leaving. Three for me and two for you. That was all there were left in Harry’s pistol,” I finished.“So you didn’t use any of your ammunition or weapons?” he asked to be sure.“Not a round!” I told him, as we continued down the road until we hit Georgia highway 9, and then highway 19 past Dahlonega before getting on to Georgia 400. We were well out of the rain storm by then.The far end of 400, that we.