He had been the best man in our wedding and practically lived with us. He and my wife, Deb and dated in high school and he always had the hots for her...but she and I met and nothing ever progressed between them. When we arrived Matt had a beautiful home on the intercostal waterway. His house had three bedrooms and a large open floor plan. In the backyard he had a nice deck with a hot tub and a nice motor boat docked in the water. Matt welcomed us and showed us around taking us to our room to. " Yeah, I understand that." It was still pretty difficult. I had not wanted to turn twenty without having any experience with girls. Mom had been really understanding when we had talked about it, and we had already tried it once on the bed, but that had not worked out. I had been ready to give up then, but mom had taught me I shouldn't quit so easily, so we were now trying it again. Mom had thought it might be a good idea to start like this. It wasn't really the same as being with a girl, of. I worked hard for it.I didn't think much more about the email and didn't tell anyone about it. Not even Betsy who I share everything with. And then a week after I got the first one, I got another one. It said "You probally thought that I had forgotten you, well I haven't. I know how bad you want to have sex, I bet your pussy is dripping wondering who this is and if you will ever get to meet me. Or how about how big my cock is. Well if you are a good little girl and do as I say you will find out. He doesn't want to see her get hurt any more.Later in the afternoon, two people walk down that street. One is an androgynously dressed young person, perhaps a woman though it's difficult to tell. She's wearing a baseball cap, shorts, and hiking boots, and has a backpack slung over one shoulder. The other person is a little girl who's holding the adult's hand. She's wearing a short blue dress and tights. Her long red hair is tied back in a ponytail by a blue ribbon. A car drives by slowly but.