An old friend

My way back home was way longer and slower paced than my ride to Doctor Roberts house. I decided to push my bike home and take the somewhat longer path trough the nearby park. This decision was made in part because I wanted to make those last moments with Jenna's legs last longer, but also because riding the bike made me kind of uncomfortable. It felt kind of nice and arousing to ride with my new lower body, but it was still too unfamiliar for me to enjoy it. I already traveled about half the way back home, when I came across a friend of mine, Pete. Pete was one year older than me and kind of a pervert. I knew the only way he was outside on a nice day like this was to ogle some of our attractive female neighbours. "Damn, I wish I could get inside her pants.", he mumbled, while almost staring at a bikini-clad woman trying to tan.