It took everything I had not stare at her chest that evening. I couldn’t help but look when I thought she wouldn’t notice. The way her dress fit h...er also drove me to distraction. It curved around her body beautifully. When I got home that night I laid in bed and masturbated more than once thinking of her. After that night we started spending more time together. At every chance I would ask her to have lunch with me. Sara being an avid shopper. I would think of random things I needed just so. He wished he had some way to help his newfound friends in their current circumstance but he was smart enough to know that he didn't. So he stayed out of the way and listened to what was said and watched what was done. If he could act as a sounding board in the future, he wanted to be prepared.He knew that was unlikely. This was the last day of the real-life "fantasy camp" the past two weeks had been. In the morning, he would be sent to the rookie camp and if he saw Brock Miller again at all it. It seemed right.“Backhoe wouldn’t start,” Cal answered. “This ditch needs widening out.”“I can get the backhoe started. Ya got to jimmie the butterfly valve in the carburetor.”Cal almost asked his brother why he didn’t simply fix the carburetor. He started to, but stopped himself because he remembered he knew the answer already. Edwin was the type who took shortcuts, and ended up going the long way around just the same. Cal remembered a time when their father would never have allowed that. The. “Sorry,” he said, blushing with embarrassment. Here were two beautiful women, one naked and the other a catgirl who only a couple of minutes ago said she wanted to taste his cum, okay maybe she didn’t say exactly that but close enough, and here he was critiquing a television install. What the fuck was wrong with him anyway?Rejoining them, Ren looked curiously at the stairs, then at the elevator, then at the ceiling, then finally at the witch.“We’re going down,” she explained, answering his.