As much from habit as liking each other, we still exchange phone calls every month or so to catch up and still talked like we were still friends if we... bumped into each other at the mall or around school. Cindy had a date for the night, but it was with someone she did not care for all that much. After telling her about how I met Tom, and about the car he drove, I explained how the party was going to be at one of the rich ranch estates on the outside of town and how all the guys at the party. By the time dinner was over, I had such a hard on I was embarrassed get up and help with clearing away the dishes. Despite my attempt to hide it, I was sure she noticed. Twice she ‘accidentally’ bumped into me with her rump. The tight little kitchen in her trailer caused us to rub against each other every time we passed. Finally, she edged by with her back to me and I kissed her on the neck. She spun around and kissed me back with the softest lips in the world. I put my arms around her and she. ”“Really? Why?”“I only wanted you. Since the first time we met I wanted to touch you.”“I’m flattered.”Karen moved and eased Shelley fully onto the bed and lay beside her.“You have a beautiful body,” she sad as she stroked the young girl. Her firm young tits were standing proud and her flat belly looked inviting. Then the sparse thatch of golden blonde hair. Her long legs, one raised at the knee, stretched down to the foot of the bed. “I bet Mark loves to look at you like this.”“Mark?”“You. "Not many men would see you this time of night and not want to screw you. I think that is just the nature of real men." So, real man is defined by who he wants to screw at midnight?" I asked."Pretty much yeah," James said as he re-entered the room. "Don't get me wrong, he isn't always the man who knows how to go about it, but real men pretty much are horny all the time." He looked to Simon for some sign of agreement."Oh yeah, it's just how we are programed. Just like chicks are programed to say.