I knew men who got off on that sort of thing, and always thought it weird. Sure, I'd had fantasies about sharing Julie with another guy, but they had ...been vague and ill defined, not a burning desire. I just didn't get it.Julie came in at one point, and sat beside me stroking my shoulder. I didn't respond, so she went away and brought back some breakfast. I couldn't make myself move. She periodically checked on me, but didn't say anything until late in the afternoon."John, you're killing me,. She was (and still is) large breasted with a reasonably thin figure. I guess she worked on that more than other women because of being single. Her name is Candace, her best friend, another woman that she grew up with is Shellie. Shellie is, or at least was married when this all started. Shellie is a reasonably attractive blond with smallish breasts where as my mom's hair is more auburn. Anyway this all started one day after I came home from school, I was reasonably good looking it seemed. At. Another shiver races through you as my fingers glide up your back, lifting your dress to your shoulders.Similar to Wendy, you assist me in removing your dress and it too is soon on the sofa. You feel vulnerable but safe as my eyes roam over your nakedness."Alright. Let's go," I say as I begin walking to the master bedroom. I seat myself in the chair I had placed inn front of the glass shower stall and say nothing. I see you and Wendy exchange glances and then enter the shower.She turns on the. "Where were you guys this morning around 10:00 AM?"I glanced at Chloe, then at the dean."Chloe was in the emergency room from the bus accident. I was with her. Is that when Amy disappeared?"The dean blinked. "You can prove this?" she asked, her voice even more weary than before."Call the hospital," Chloe replied.Ms. Day, Chloe, and I stood on the green beneath the rustling oak. Leaning against its trunk, Chloe leered and thrust out her chest. She squirmed and shifted her skirt around. With a.