Thunderstruck would be an exaggeration, but stunned wouldn’t be, as Andy stared at the beautiful young women exiting her car, first one well tanned leg emerging, then the other, Julie rising from her vehicle, grasping her handbag and a second bag with one hand, straightening her dress with sweeping strokes from her other hand. A simple ice cream dessert followed and they finally repaired to the living room, Sam seizing the easy chair so that her brother and her best friend were obliged to take the couch and smiled as Julie, taking the hint, sat close to Andy. “Yessss,” she quietly hissed, unable to restrain herself, “perfect, Andy, perfect…don’t stop.” And Andy, this time, found his orgasm approaching more quickly so that he paused briefly, smiling at her quiet whine of “nooo, don’t stop”. Twenty minutes for prefatory kisses, the beginnings of caresses and explorations, 10 more minutes for intense making out, perhaps some “manual manipulation” as she clinically called it, and then…in the sack.
