.Gemma and her Mum were up the garden. I climbed the steep steps up to the top half of the garden where they were. Gemma and Deb were busy making step... using some old quarry stone and chippings and soil. They were about halfway down so I started helping them.Gemma was wearing black ¾ leggings and a little red top that she’d pulled down along with her bra straps so that she wouldn’t have any white lines. Deborah had turquoise shorts on with a matching coloured little strappy top which she too. One day my mom came to pick me up from school and saw that me and her were holding hands outside the school waiting for our rides, she immediately jumped out of the car grabbed me by the arm and d**g me to the car, when we got in she said that I was never allowed to see her again and that her and my dad would be watching out to see if I ever went around her and if I did I would be grounded for a month. For some reason I believed they would have eyes on me all the time and as much as it hurt. Gently kissing and nibbling Ellen’s mound caused her hips to begin to rise and fall with each kiss. Soft moans accompanied the movements.The taste was incredible, so like her own and yet so different. Sarah nestled between Ellen's legs. One hand slid under Ellen, caressing her firm bottom and cupping the cheeks. Sarah kissed up and down the smooth, firm inside of each thigh and then brought her tongue to Ellen's pussy. She began at the very bottom of Ellen's slit. Her tongue found the moisture. Sorry." I'm the one who's sorry, Allan. How could anyone be so vicious?" Easily, it seems," I replied with a smile. "I'll go and cover up. Hardly appropriate behaviour, exhibiting my scars to a married woman!"It made her laugh and any awkwardness passed. She turned and went back to the living area where I joined her shortly afterwards, suitably dressed.Dinner was perfect as always, but I had to pay. Vivienne returned to matchmaking mode and it occasioned a repetition of the arguments we had at.