"And I can just see you doing it. He's scared shitless of you.There was a pause. "Jim? I wish you really were coming over. I'd really like to be able ...to see you once in a while."I miss our friendship." Me too, Alice," I said. "But I'm not much company right now; too many bad things going around in my head. Let's see what Harlan says. One way or another the polygraph results should help us move on."Wherever that leads us."On Thursday I received a call from Jack Harlan that he was putting the. What are you doing to me ... Oh, don’t tell me ... I don’t care ... just keep doing whatever it is...” Abby was lost in the alternate world of ecstasy. Her heart was beating hard enough to drive a hole right through her ribcage, but the tremors and earthquakes kept coming. Trapped inside Abby was a fully sexualized, women who embraced her inner sex bomb like a wino embraces a liquor store during an urban riot.For two hours I led her through the maze of her body’s sexuality. Abby discovered that. Then slowly he reached up and cupped my tits with his big, warm hands. We both gasped at the same time. “You have amazing boobs Lace”, he said. He began to gently squeeze my boobs, making his way to my hard little nipples. Gently pinching them and rubbing them between his fingers and thumb. “Thanks” I said shakily. My heart felt like it was going to jump out of my chest. I didn’t want him to stop. At this point, I was putty in his hands. I pulled the lawn tractor over near the fence line, under. My other, so called, friends had abandoned me when my marriage failed. Our sons were approximately the same age as well - our only children. At first, after our divorce settlements were finalized, we used each other for comfort, shoulders to cry on - as only girls can do with another. Then we realized pleasantly that we enjoyed the others company and continued to seek each other even after our lives finally started to upswing from our failed marriages.For our friendship - I owed it to her to.