She had her head on my shoulder and was twirling her finger in my chest hair.“I really like this,” she sighed deeply. “It makes me feel so loved...”“Cuddling?” I asked.“Yes. I wish I could cuddle you every night in my bed! But I think my dad might be upset about that!”“Did you tell him about living in the dorm at Rosary?” I asked.“Monday after graduation. He pretty much lost it. Mom got him calmed down, though. My little sister is trying to figure out how she can go to school out of state when. I started to realize that I wasn’t mad anymore that at the moment I was here with 2 of my favorite people, my first girlfriend, and an almost lifelong friend and neighbor who I had known growing up.Cindy had moved back to Mark. He groaned a bit, complaining of a cramp in his leg. Cindy moved off of him, letting him get his legs free. I sat up into an Indian style cross legged sit while Mark wrestled with his cramp. Cindy came over and kissed me deeper than any kiss I had ever had from her,. “Hmm, does maybe have a name?” I said. I was doing my best not to appear judgmental or invasive. I wasn’t sure how successful I was being in achieving those goals.“His name is Chester, Dad. He’s a good guy, a fun guy. He makes me laugh,” she said.I nodded. “Well, okay. Any chance of me getting to meet mister good guy?” I said. I was smiling, trying to be disarming. She sighed.“I guess, one of these days,” she said.We talked for some time. It occurred to me that she wanted to talk, but at the. I went down on her. Lapping and licking it, I never enjoyed a smoother, silkier cunt in my entire life. I loved how she moved and jilted as I licked and consumed her pussy with my tongue. Silk. That’s how it was. Silky. Smooth. Soft. Her pussy needed my attention and I told her that too. She laughed and giggled. But it was true. I played and played with it. I enjoyed the softness. It was wet. It was inviting. I wish I was inside it. I wish I was consumed by its… Its… Its greatness. I continued.