Somebody actually made waffles; I was pleased to death. I was clearly late to the table. Heather and Amy had to work, so they'd gathered up their stuf...f and showered next door and were gone already. People were wearing clothes, so I threw on shorts and slippers -- I have a pair of those Adidas with the little nubs sticking up from the sole like a bed of nails. In general, everyone was pretending nothing had happened, which was fine with me -- for the moment, anyway. Gina and Joy collected their. She was about five foot seven but her upright posture, her pulled back shoulders, and her firm, proud breasts made her look taller, and as she moved, her long, dark blond hair bounced over her shoulders and back, the soft tendrils seeming to caress her with each step she made.My eyes involuntarily followed her soft curves, the long arch of her neck leading to the high, round, pink capped hills on her chest, and then slowly down lower, across her flat stomach, stopping for a second at her navel. Touch em. Feel em up good. Suck em, bite em, fuck em.’ Dan’s cock grew thick and hard inside his shorts. ‘Becky, I don’t know if this is appropriate. We could both get in big trouble.’ Becky said, ‘That’s exactly why we should. We both have a lot to loose, so we keep it between us. Besides I’ve seen you checking me out when I wear that yellow sundress to church. Gazing at my cleavage from the pulpit, Reverend pervert.’ Dan couldn’t help it any longer. He dropped his shorts exposing his bulging. "I had always found Jack's war stories to be boring, but this yarn had me completely enthralled. "So if I understand you correctly, in return for you keeping your mouth shut about yesterday in the garage, you want to make me your personal sex slave?" I questioned."Slave is such a harsh word. It's really a match made in heaven. You crave cock. I crave servicing. We live next door and we have my shed as our own sexual oasis. Which part of that doesn't make perfect sense?"To be honest, it did make.