Oh man she was fucking loving it. We can talk if you want was her reply back. I was beside myself. Did she just say we can talk? My cock was hard as a...rock now. The sleeper was the selling point along with 2 guys. We talked and got off the 2nd exit on the Nebraska side of the river. We turned right and went to the main drag where it was well lit with lots of car lots and stopped. LuEllen actually got out and walked to the passenger side of the truck and climbed up. She told me what happened. The next Sunday came around and much the same as before happened. Some more TV, talking, and listening to music. This time I decided to just make a move much earlier on. We started kissing again but this time I laid her down on my couch, got my hand down her panties and started to finger her beautiful, shaved, tight pussy. She was dress in a similar manner as the first ime I saw her, in her Sunday best. As I fingered her and kissed her, she finally asked "do you want to fuck me?" in her. " But that," she said, getting up suddenly, "is the subjunctive and, as my English prof would say, we don't live in the subjunctive. I think I'd better go, now." Jan," I stopped her halfway out the door, "we both know what we cannot, and must not, do. But I desperately want to have a chance to talk to you. Could we meet in the cafeteria for lunch sometime soon?" To try to coax her I added, "That's completely public and completely safe." I, I, I'd like that," she stammered. "I can't do it. K.a., Jesse; a.k.a., Sky; a.k.a., Jessie; a.k.a., Skye(They are all me, Mama. And I have to be who they are.)--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Tuesday, May 28th (Night)Hi, MarshaAgain!! I so glad, Mars!!!!!!!! Daddy told me to come and write youbecause I was no good for some one to talk to all night, and he couldn'teven watch TV with me there. He said he's going to call Mike and leave.