Slinging my bag over my shoulder, I walked over to where some ofAnnieks friends were sitting and sat down with them. They talked and Iput in my opinio...ns when I could, id learned that women can talk just asdirty as men can, if not more. While I was talking to them, I caught aglimpse of Mark, the one who had piled me with drinks then potentiallyknocked me up. I smiled to see that he had a bruise and a cut on histemple from the clock radio that I threw at him, a nasty one too.He got a glimpse of. We looked over the appliances. The list got longer, but not greatly so. When we finished, we went into the living room. In there, paint, new carpet and furniture were the order of the day. This continued in each room. In the master bedroom, Shirley asked me, "Do you think your parents would let you bring your bedroom furniture and bed here if we swapped?" They would have no problem. I had always been told that my bedroom furniture was to go with me when I married or established a separate home. Her light colored bra-and-panty set had become nearly see-through from wetness and her dark patch of neatly-trimmed pubic hair was faintly visible. Her nipples topping small areola were also erect and poking out prominently through her bra's material. Grace was getting out, too, but her set wasn't quite as diaphanous as Sunny's and I got less of a look at her most private bits. Neither of the last two girls was in any hurry to struggle into their clothes. The air was cool, but not yet cold, so. Then, as she snuggled close, he realized who it was."Mmmm... Annette... I'm glad... I'm glad you came... I was dreaming about you.", he lied as he rolled onto his side and pushed his semi-erect penis against her belly."I'm still ashamed of what I did.", the woman said in a whisper. "I mean, with Sue... not with you. What do you think of her? Doesn't she look older than she is? I mean, to you? Couldn't you have been tempted by a girl her age, like I was?" I don't know, Annette? Maybe, but she's.