She went over what she was going to say as she waited for someone to answer, but nobody did. It was 7 am on a Thursday morning. They were probably out... exercising. Oliver didn’t swim much anymore but he was usually up and out the door before dawn running or biking or working out at the gym. She sat on the front stairs and waited for him. It wasn’t long before she heard voices. She stood and craned her neck to see. It was Oliver, but he wasn’t with Lucas as she had assumed he’d be, he was with a. The taxi had pulled up on the opposite side ofthe road to his house. Before he had a chance to cross the road, heheard a call from behind him."Michael. Maria. Can we have a quick word?" It was Sam Murphy, one ofthe neighbours beckoning him, and his son, Ryan, was stood next to himsmirking like a simpleton who has just seen a squirrel do somethingtotally normal for a squirrel. When they were younger, Michael and Ryanhad got on well, but Michael was a couple of years below Ryan at schooland. Their tits pressed together lewdly. They kissed. Dave saw their mouths open for a quick French.Vicki smiled and kept an arm around the older woman's shoulders, her finger-tips grazed the stiff nipple of her step- mother. "That's right, Mom!" She agreed. Her own nipples were fully erect. Dave noticed a damp spot at the front of the thin material of her white bikini crotch. "I want you to know that I really like Dave! I've already had a little chance to get to "know" him," she said winking, "and. So she got the best card, even if I didn’t really mean what was on the card.It wasn’t until that night that I actually wanted her to be my Valentine.And we’d been friends for as long as I could remember. We’d hung out together, spending all our leisure time together. Of course I had cared how she felt, not only about me, but about things in general. But suddenly it really mattered if she liked me, or was unhappy with me. I had touched her before, both in play and in jest and, occasionally, in.