One weekend shortly before Libby graduated from high school, she and Tom were left alone in Libby's home while her parents went out shopping for some ...raduation presents for both Libby and one of her cousins who was going to graduate from high school as well that May. Tom had noticed how sexy Libby was looking that day in the pair of tight-fitting jeans and a loose-fitting top that still showed off her nice rounded B-cup sized breasts well.With Libby's folks out of the way for a few hours, Tom. Her lips were applied over his with an intense suction for good measure.Vasily carried her forward into her apartment, full throttle. She cinched herself up against his body, climbing him like a squirrel shimmying up a tree, rubbing her panty clad crotch against his flat-iron belly.They mowed their mouths over each other with angry, lustful kisses. Carie sucked on his tongue, trading the taste of wine in her mouth with the aromatic elixir of vodka in his. Each times their lips parted, they. Helpful cute bartender girl answered my chirping cell phone. I listened to one side of the conversation with the ear that wasn’t ringing like the Bells of Saint Mary’s.Hello, Maybelline’s,” she says.She listens for a few seconds and then looks over at me.“You Josh?” she asks.I nodded that I was.“Yes, he’s here, only he can’t talk, on account of the two bikers that beat him up are checking out the cuts on his head.”The bartender made the useless gesture of nodding into my phone a couple of times. She removed her daughter, who looked about six years old. “What’s your name?” I asked. “Lourdes, but people call me Lee.” She stopped at my car, a five year old BMW 528. “Won’t the car seats hurt your seats?” “Hi, I’m Gerry,” I said as I loaded Marcus and seat into the back. “No, I doubt it.” Lourdes finished buckling her daughter in. “I have to get our bags,” she said before running across the street in her heels. She was nicely dressed in a dark blue pant suit and pink blouse. I held the.