Fahima stared at him with her mouth agape. She found it hard to believe that any woman would leave such a sweet and caring man like Donte, especially ...hen he spoke of her in such high regard. She didn't know what to do so she hugged him, wrapping her arms around him tightly.Instead of thinking about how she should feel sorry for him, all Fahima could think about was the fact that she could feel his chiselled body, the one she had been craving for months, against her."I miss her so much, Fahima,. Paul was intrigued now and read on, at least to learn something about the Mother he never knew.Amy wasn’t my first sexual encounter. That had been Mrs Potts, from two doors down. Ten years my senior at 24, she had asked my Mum if I could be spared to do some odd jobs on Saturday. Mr Potts was away at the time, in the services I seem to remember. I remember as I spoke to the Priest I felt his cock start to harden. I cast my mind back nearly fifty years to that fateful moment. I had. .. I’m sorry Your Holiness, it’s just that this man can be so...”First I thought the Pope and Father Vincenzo were in a rugby scrum of two. They were leaning on each other’s shoulders, heads close together as if they were heaving a secret conversation. But then it dawned on me they were laughing. Both of them! Vincenzo sat on his haunches next to the Pope’s seat and they were bobbing up and down, like those nodding dogs you can get for your dashboard. I couldn’t understand what they were trying. So what did I do? I befriended her. We soon became good friends and started to share our secrets. By this time she and I were in the 8th grade, about half way through. We had all the same classes, and felt good that I had made friends with the hottest girls of the school. This relationship continued for quite some time and though I hadn't made any drastic move on her, I felt satisfied with myself. Then one day in the beginning of October of 9th grade I decided to ask her to a pizza parlor in.