Every few months, dad would take a picture of me and send it off to his friend and we would get a pic of his son in return.I watched my betrothed grow...from a snotty nosed little kid into a handsome quite ravishing young man. I had fallen in love with him long before I ever met him. Dad would tell me all about him, as I presume he was told all about me.By the time I had turned seventeen, he was already twenty-three. He had studied to become a structural engineer and worked for a well-off. When Mary felt Matt’s erection pressing against her belly, she realized, she wanted him again. She knew continuing to make love with him was wrong, but she couldn’t stop herself. ‘Matt, would you like to make love with me again?’ she whispered. ‘Yes!’ Matt hissed. His hands resumed gliding over her lush physique. ‘Oh, yes!’ Mary rolled on her back and pulled him atop her. ‘Take me then, Matt! I need you!’ Matt couldn’t believe his ears! He slid his body over hers and his erection slid between. Every time we didsomething, I had to be with the boys.Finally the end of the day came and Mrs. Jones picked Amy and me up. Allthe way home, Amy talked about how much fun she had and all the friendsshe had made just that day. I, on the other hand, didn't say much. Forthe most part, I just sat there on the verge of tears. I had an awful dayfor my first day at school.When I was asked what made it so bad, I told Amy and Mrs. Jones, I hatedschool. They made me do things I really didn't want to do.. Honey, fix us another coffee and bring them in the living room, then I’ll help you move, we have a good four hours before they’ll come down wanting to be fed.” As I walked in with the coffee I saw that she had sat down on the tiny loveseat across from the TV. Clarisse patted the seat beside her. I handed her her coffee and sat down beside her, my left thigh and leg pressing tightly against hers, like I said, it was a tiny loveseat. Desire shot through my body, it was mutual, I could tell.