Beverly said goodbye and left. I led Paul and Becky upstairs to my room and stood there while he flopped into the chair, waiting to hear what I’d be...doing. ‘Take off your dress,’ he told Becky. She pulled it over her head silently and stood there in her pink bra and thong, obviously embarrassed. ‘Get over here, slut,’ he said to me. He pulled off his shirt and undid his belt. I stood next to him while he opened his pants. ‘Give me a blow-job’ I dropped to my knees and took his cock out of his. Finally I convinced her to allow me to rub her pussy over her panty. I started playing with her pussy over her panty and even she started moving her hands over my pants. Very soon i pushed her panty aside and started playing with her pussy directly. She tried to resist but was in too much pleasure to say no and allowed me. I rubbed her pussy and inserted y finger inside her. I had read that the G-spot is at the roof region of the vagina and i kept pressing that. While doing that we were also. That was the first change in my overall plan. She of course had offered to let me stay and live with her and commute back and forth to school. My problem with that was, that even though I believed that I loved her, there were some still unresolved questions in my own mind. I guess, there was still the issue of who I believed myself to be deep down inside. Could I give over my life to make it fit in with Grace's already very well established life. She had money, property and status in the. As for the last one I’d need to show you that. But in order to show you ... You’d need to trust me.”She looked up and flashed those incredible eyes at me again.“I trust you,” I heard myself saying. And I knew that I’d meant it. Something inside of me was telling me that she was telling me the truth.“Give me your phone,” she said. She opened my contacts and added a number, presumably hers to my phone list.“Expect a call from me tomorrow at around lunch time,” she smiled. “And be ready to meet me.