“Do you have a boyfriend here, or back home?”“No, I’ve been studying too hard, to have that distraction in my life right now. My sister - Ronn...ie, out there on third base - has a so-called boyfriend who tries to control her life, and he doesn’t even like for her to play softball, because she wears tight short-shorts.”“I’m going to ask you something personal about you and Ronnie. I hope you’ll be honest with me and I hope you’ll still want to be friends with me and my friends...”“Ask me, Lucien.. The house is shaped just like a beehive"There it is ..I turn and open the gate I'm getting so horny I just can't wait I ring the bell, she opens the door I gawk and smile, drop beers on the floorA beautiful sight stood before my eyes Such beautiful breasts and gorgeous thighs"Don't just stand there come in to my flat Pick up those beers off that door matGo upstairs, undress, lay on your frontYou're going to service my pussy or rather my cunt Put your clothes on the chair, I won't be long I. You two just can’t accept me for who I am, a strong, independent man! All I am to you two is a sex object and a kitchen slave!”That last sentence was said with a faux whine, and when I’d said it, I couldn’t keep a straight face and burst out laughing, as did the girls.“Not bad, not bad,” Elyse said. “But you’re pretty good with the mop and vacuum as well!”“I do have to say, Yankee, that I don’t know too many guys who are as handy around the house as you, both in and out of the bedroom!”“And. "Who's there?" said Julie in a threatening tone. "I've got a gun!" she added."Julie, it's me, Bobby," he called. He took another couple steps back from the window.The corner of one of the curtains lifted up, and the top of Julie's face appeared at the window ledge, visible from the eyes up."Bobby... just go away, all right?" she said pleadingly."I just wanted to be sure you're okay, Julie," he replied. "I'm sorry I yelled at you." I'm sorry too, Bobby... But I can't be your girlfriend any.