I wanted to help. The problem is, it’s hard to fix something when you don’t know what’s broken. She had to start talking to me. I hadn’t reali...ed my patience was so short. It was really fucking bothering me. Enough so that Wesley picked up on it. He came into my room while Violet was in the shower, and the look he gave me was an instant warning of the grilling to come. ‘What’s going on?’ ‘What?’ ‘Don’t fucking ‘what’ me, you’re like a bad storm the past couple of days. Is it Vi? Is everything. She felt her nipples tighten and the heat between her legs began to rise until it consumed her lower belly completely. Their tongues were caressing each other very slowly, just like in the movie when the moaning started. Although it wasn't intentional, they each found the vocal appreciation of their partner added an extra dimension to the sensuality of the moment.This time it was Michelle who escalated the proceedings. When her hands made the long awaited contact with her girlfriend's boobies. The unexpected encounter with the white man had startled the girl, but now she remembered what she'd seen just before. She wondered what all her mother had been doing with him.Opening the apartment door, Myrna let herself in. Her mother was nowhere to be seen, but she could hear the shower running. The young teenager changed out of her school clothes and was sitting in front of the television when Gloria came out of the shower."You're home already?" asked Gloria."Yeah, Paula had an appointment. You have something special.”Something I’d never tasted. Probably never would.Salome, to my utter shock, leaned up and kissed me on the cheek. “You’re forgiven, Shelena.”The tears spilled down my cheeks. I swallowed, emotion burning hot at the back of my throat. I struggled to control myself, my tits jiggling as my shoulders swayed. I drew in a ragged breath and wiped at my eyes.“Thank you,” I croaked. “And Paloma, I’m sorry about it all.”“I know.” She smiled at me. “You’re forgiven. Maybe ....