There was nothing though. No phone call this morning while I was in the shower either. It was strange. It was like she was a different person since th...e fight.I picked up my own phone and called Cecilia. “Morning, Stud!” she said. “If you’re looking for a booty call, you’ll have to get Marty to sign the permission slip.”I laughed. “I wouldn’t do that to either of you,” I said affectionately. “I just need to bounce some paranoia off my best friend to see what she thinks.”“Best friend?” she. Trish looked up at me and said, "Let's get one of these on you." Herhand drifted back and forth over them before she settled on one. It wasa plastic tube with one end closed by a convex section, with a smallopening in its tip. There was a second piece, a ring of some sort. Icould see that they would fit together but still didn't understand whatthey were for. At the same time I was eyeing those, I couldn't helpstaring at her cleavage, which was enticingly displayed by the low cuttop she. Katie is happy too. She often puts her hand on top of mine from across the table. I don't know why her touch causes my penis to twitch. The touch seems so innocent.We stay for two hours but it feels like only fifteen minutes.I drive her home."Would you like to come in?" Katie asks.That sounds great. We can continue to talk and I'm curious what her tastes are like. Does she decorate with a modern look or country or what? I might get some good ideas for my place.Inside her place she asks, "Do you. Santana lets her eyes roam down the blonde's body and crosses her legs. "You look...good."Santana compliments, trying to get a rise out of Kathleen. Kathleen swallows the wine and turns in her chair to finally face Santana. Kathleen raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow and Santana feels the heat of lust spreading through her body. "Good? That's all I get?"Kathleen asks and stands up. Santana notices how close her high heeled foot is to Kathleen's thigh. Santana hums in faux.