Not so anymore. He figured that mature relationships involved mutual back-scratching and mutual profit-making, the type of friendship not based on whe...ther or not someone liked someone else as a person, but whether or not a friend was in a position to further his own survival, and vice-versa. Mutual use, in other words, was the modus operandi, as friendship was no longer as trivial as being a good, warm-hearted person or sharing the same beliefs or liking similar hobbies or interests or even. And that was the plan this time.Crystal replicated the slow process of rolling this next stocking up her prey's legs as she commented, "And your painted nails look so sexy and enticing in this sheer mocha look."Eleanor looked down and had to agree, the shading from the nylon's dark colour did enhance the look of her feet... she wasn't sure they were sexy, but they did look extra cute. "They really do," she agreed."This playing Barbie is kind of fun," Crystal joked.Eleanor joked back, singing. “Don’t give me that crap, Bobby. Cock, penis, prick, whatever you want to call it ... she had her hand on yours.”“Why do you want to know this?” he asked, his arm steadily cranking.“I don’t know,” she said. “It makes me nervous, thinking about it.” She frowned. “If you’re doing stuff, I mean.”“Why would you be nervous?” he asked.“I’ve kissed exactly one guy,” she said, folding her arms under her breasts. Flo was smaller than either Bev or Mary. She was a tomboy, and had the shape to go with it.. This became harder however as, after washing down my arms and across my shoulders, her hands and cloth started to move down my chest and over my nipples. Her fingers definitely seemed to linger as my nipples began to stiffen under her touch. I was starting to wonder just how far this was going to go and at the same time, maybe hoping a little, while still trying to stop my cock from getting too hard just in case it was all in my imagination.As my cock was resting down between my legs, hanging.