"We really need to get you out of these clothes, Tommy," she whispered and she helped me up and pulled off my teeshirt, then pulled down my shorts and...briefs at the same time."Well, well, look at this," she said as she slid her hand under my dick and lifted it slightly. "You're pretty big for an eighth grader. Nice," and she gave it its first squeeze from a female hand."Um, I'm not in the eighth grade, really. I'm, um, I'm twelve." Geez, twelve? God, I'm really robbing the cradle. You sure have. " Her arm went around my waist and held me tight."It's OK Fliss, as I said I want you to feel the house is still your house and nothing changes there. I loved Paul intensely and you are part of him to me so I love you too." Do you really? Even after the way I treat you sometimes? I will try harder I promise."Her hand left my waist and moved slowly onto my breast. I wasn't sure how to react.Now that her anger had passed I was glad we were getting closer again but I wasn't sure I had in mind for. They were heading south because Deneen had accepted a job on the faculty of an HBCU affiliated the Seventh Day Adventist church in South Carolina.The school year came and Aren was unhappy with his change in surroundings. It was a much slower pace than Baltimore. He still practiced his French horn and joined the academy’s orchestra. His tuition was reduced since the his mom taught at the university with which the school was affiliated. Aren was enrolled in the advanced college prep program. A few times his tongue would dive deep into my pussy, gently fucking me with his tongue.My eyes are closed and I’m taking in every sensation. His hands go from caressing my ass to gently pressing my legs open. He doesn’t have much resistance, though. When there is complete trust and nothing but pleasure, I hold my legs open wide on my own. I want him to dive deeper. I want to feel more. My hands spend their time diving into his hair and caressing his shoulders and arms. My juices begin to pool.