So me and Suzy were just chatting and boozing with the music playing quietly in the background. I don't know what happened we must have been talking a...out sex or something equally naughty...probably about her many conquests when we just started kissing. I had never kissed a girl before and I suspect she had cos man did she know what to do with her tongue. She slipped her hand under my top and started to play with my now studded nipples and I could literally instantly feel my pussy juicing up. I miss just being with you." She still didn't know how to tell him the rest."It looks to me like you did okay in my absence." That was a bit cold, but Kyle wasn't really trying to rekindle anything."Well, yes and no. A week after you left I had a stress induced miscarriage. I lost the baby." I don't know if I should say I'm sorry to hear that or not. Should I be?" No, I don't think so. It is really hard to believe how one terribly stupid night can so thoroughly destroy so many things and change. "OK. Lemme tell the guys I'll catch up to 'em."Paula went into the house and was bent over rooting through the fridge when the garbageman returned. She heard his heavy boots and turned toward him, opening the fridge door to let him see the beer and pop. "See anything you want?" she asked.Her nipples showed the effects of the refrigerator's chill."Yeah," he said, his voice low and soft.It was Paula's turn to smile as his open-mouthed stare made her finally notice her top was missing. She licked. I'm as out of the way as I can be, and still fucking rock hard. Later, I tell myself. I pull out my phone and take a few pictures of you tied to the bed, fully exposed. “This was your idea,” I remind you. I decide then to keep the phone ready for later. You give into the situation without protest and turn your attention back to Ryan. We both sit silently as we wait for him to catch up. The absurdity gets even more wonderful, and awkward, but he finally begins to move. He tentatively reaches.