I had cheered at a football game. But, I had notattended class as Tasha. I had memories of doing it. I even knew myschedule, which was a bit different...than Ryan's. Yet, remembering it andactually doing it were two different things. And, my little girl voicewasn't entirely acting. I really was scared.After a fairly long silence, he said, "I'll pick you up." Really?" Yeah." Thanks. What time?" 7:30." I'll be ready."I hung up the phone.I was shocked how good it felt to know that my boyfriend would. Amazing! I loved it!"That is so hot Sissy!" she exclaimed. "Whose do you like the most?" sheasked.I looked at her, bewilderment clouding my face."Huh?"She smiled at me. "Whose panties do you like sniffing the most silly?Mine? Rhonda's? My mother? Your mother?" she added, with emphasis.I blushed. I didn't know what to say. She'd already made me admit whatI'd done. Now she wanted me to rank them? I couldn't do that."I do, don't know. I mean, I haven't thought about it. Yours!" I. "SPREAD YOUR LEGS" NO KNICKERS.......SHES A VERY GOOD SLUT...... I PUT MY HAND BETWEEN HER LEGS AND RUBBED HER SLIT WITH A COUPLE OF FINGERS. FIONA WENT TO PULL OFF BUT TOLD HER TO STOP, "HANG ON, HANG ON WERE JUST GIVING DAZ I LIFT BACK OK". DAZ LIVED IN THE VILLAGE BEFORE OURS SO WASN'T A PROBLEM.WE HAD ABOUT 15 MILES TO TRAVEL BACK SO HAD TO BE PRETTY QUICK, I PUT A HAND ON FIONAS THIGH AND PULLED IT TOWARDS ME OPENING HER LEGS. SHE LOOKED ACROSS AS IF TO SAY STOP, BUT I GAVE HER A HARD. She hated Sundays. There was nothing for her to do and no place to go. Sundays always passed so slowly. She sometimes wondered what other people, people who were alone like her, did on Sunday. There had been a time she loved Sundays, but that was in another lifetime. Now she liked weekdays better. At least during the week she had work to keep her mind occupied, to keep her thoughts off how lonely she was and why she was alone. Tears rolled down Ann’s lovely cheeks and splashed into her coffee..