Dev did notice the change in Vani, especially the way she was dressing. He thought that she was probably doing to flirt with Col. It was harmless any ...way, they all being good friends, thus he didn’t worry about it. Vani was as usual potting around in the back yard. Being a warm day she was wearing shirts and a loose T shirt. While she was bending down, her boobs were quite obvious to Col who was watching her from his back yard. He suddenly made a wolf whistle. He looked up and saw him grinning. She did not step forward, or back. She did not step left or step right. Lameya stepped up. She hovered six or seven inches over the floor, and closed her eyes in the way that she did most things—slowly, deliberately, and as though every action she performed was done with the sole intention of hardening a cock, whether or not there was a cock around in need of hardening.The gentleman on the bed, rocking and moaning slightly, was unable to make sense of it, but the air in Lameya’s bedroom. She admired the graceful curve, the mushroom head, the veins tracing their way up the shaft. With her hand still on his tool, she gave into temptation to taste him, and began to lick the bottom and sides. While she licked and nibbled, his hands found their way to her head and fisted themselves in her hair. Her free hand slid upwards to his lower abdomen and played over the ridges of muscle. Coming back up to the tip, she opened her mouth and took the head in. The smooth skin slid over her. Still, you’re here now, so let’s make the most of this opportunity.”“What! We can’t-”“Of course not. What on earth was I thinking?” He strode forward, apparently oblivious to the semi-erection waggling in front of him, and extended his hand. “We haven’t even been introduced!” Lost, I simply took the proffered hand of the naked man young enough to have been my son and shook it. His grip was strong, his hand large; instantly my mind filled with thoughts of it slapping my buttocks, which I had to.