Ian escorted Geraldine back to her seat and she felt disappointed because she thought that that would be the last she would see of him.Seconds later S...usan planted her big arse next to Geraldine, "So you had a dance then?" she asked."Yes, he says that he had seen you before," replied Geraldine."Yeah, if he had played his cards right he could have fucked me, his loss," said Susan offhandedly."He seems nice," said Geraldine."He is alright I suppose, only nineteen," said Susan and Geraldine smiled. She knelt down to search for a skillet in the bottom cupboard. ‘You really don’t have to make breakfast for me, Bobbi Jo,’ I insisted. ‘I can just eat cereal.’ She turned to look and me and smiled. ‘Now Travis you know you need a good meal to help you through the day, darlin’.’ She cracked a few eggs into the skillet, and I could do nothing but watch her tits sway as she scrambled them. Her nipples were erect, pushing through the fabric. I kept my hands crossed in my lap so she couldn’t see my. Denise took the bottle of lotion, and squirted a liberal dose all over her friends back, and started to rub the creamy liquid into her skin. The effect that Leah loved, and Denise was so good at, was that of a soothing massage. As she worked over her friend's back, she moved to straddle her legs to get a better angle on her back and butt.As her hands got closer and closer to Leah's fine firm ass, she started to get turned on once again by her best friends body. Denise looked around the fenced. ”“Yeah, yeah. You’re the tough loner. I get it. You don’t need to beat the topic to death. I was the same. I couldn’t imagine us having anything in common, but I’m coming around. I always assumed you were like most jocks: bullheaded and not terribly bright. Granted, you’re still bullheaded, but you’re not obnoxious about it.”“As much as your statement rankles me, I can also appreciate it. You’re right. Many of my friends—my straight jock friends, at least—fit into that category.”“What about.