I had never wanted to touch Jessica like that more than in that moment. My body ached to hear her moan my name in pleasure rather than in irritancy. T...at was probably the first time I realized that all I wanted in life was someone who understood my urges. I wanted a girlfriend. Jessica had been talking about this weekend all month. My birthday. My 18th birthday. She picked me up from my house stating that my old red truck wasnt going to make it to where we were going. She took me to her house. He would try to be, to his grandson, the father that he could not have.For Veronica, she could not shake the feeling of loss when Patrick died. She knew she had other children who needed her and were themselves grieving, but it was hard for her to put behind his passing. That changed when Jane told them she was expecting, and Patrick was the father. She blushes now at her first thought, which was of anger for Jane taking advantage of her son, but that was short lived as she realized that. The bedroom was lit by candlelight. Standing by the bed with her hands held innocently behind her back, Abby was dressed in soft white satin and lace that contrasted beautifully with her golden skin. A translucent white robe hung loose around her shoulders, framing her sexy body. Her breasts were emphasized by the lacy cups of a white bustier that presented them proudly. Around her waist a matching garter belt held a pair of white translucent stockings. One part of her not covered was her. You have used my fingers in my privities to call me back. Oh, thank you, Friend Ramie. I feel the pressure and I feel ... I am ... Oh!“Oh my god!” I gasped. I clasped Katie’s head against my bosom where she was clamped down on my nipple as I shuddered through the orgasm. “That was so wonderful!”Miranda had nearly passed out inside my head with the intensity of the climax. She was about to get another surprise.“Don’t freak out, honey, but those aren’t my fingers in our privities.”What? But they.