.but, I'm straight, and so is she!"Julia shrugged, "I don't know what to call it. But there's obviously something more going on, and if this is news t... you then you are seriously blind. I'm sorry if we were wrong, but we really didn't mean anything by it. We just thought...well, never mind. Please don't be mad at us...at me." She requested meekly.Amy swallowed and shook her head, "No, no, I'm not mad. I'm just...in shock."Julia patted her knee and changed the subject, this time, more. I only saw others when I went in to get supplies and that was very infrequent. I began to understand that when I went out to listen, I wasn’t just hoping for a song, I was hoping that one time, she might be outside, gathering firewood, and would greet me, introduce herself, say her name with that sweet voice. More often I would risk standing at the top of the hill, staring at the house, my ear turn toward the source of the song, always different, in melody in language, in emotion. During the. It was slightly darker than the rest but shone from the lube that already covered it. Eliza reached in and spread the lube more carefully and started to push a finger inside her. I felt Sylvia flinch and I gripped her more strongly. I watched in fascination as Eliza’s finger slowly disappeared. First one knuckle then the second, until she was as far as she could go.“She is very tight. I think this might be her first time.”She pulled her finger out but there was to be no respite. This time two. She had fallen in love with it at first glance.“By the way, what was the surname of your grandparents,” asked Dave.“McMillan,” she replied.“Oh my god, that is the same name as my birth mother, said Dave. I can’t believe that we may be cousins or something." Chris was startled at this outburst and began to cry. Dave moved to her side and drew her into his arms to comfort her. She finally eased off crying and looked up at him, with so much love in her eyes.Gazing at him, Chris then uttered the.