"I tried to speak but nothing came out except, "That cant be real."He said "I promise, sweetheart, it is."Embarrassed, excited, and confused I told hi... that I had to shower and get cleaned up since I had to leave soon. I went upstairs to my room and had a chance to catch my breath and relax."Wow, that really must be something else to experience," I thought. "I guess it is true what they say about black guys."I headed into the bathroom to shower. I took a long, hot shower although I probably. She was perhaps 240 years old. She had been old when I was a child and that was 30 years before. But she still was going strong. She had been my caregiver as a child (Mo hated the word babysitter, too). She was my caregiver as an adult.I filled the muscle I brought along about why I was visiting Mr. Federici. I didn't begrudge him his attempt to collect upon a debt. That was his right as a businessman. But the debt belonged to Leo Gomez. Federici had crossed the line when he authorized his. And to my way of thinking, Kelli was the ultimate Girl Next Door – and I’m sure you would have agreed, if you happened to be (as I was at the time) an athletic, fun-loving, mischievous f******n-year-old boy. She was a year younger than me; we had lived house-by-house since I was ten, when my family moved to that quiet suburban neighborhood of older homes, wide tree-lined streets, deep lawns and a large public park with its own woods that in spring and summer provided a private retreat. Kelli. These dates were pretty standard, pretty routine. We, all four of us, would start out watching TV in the basement rec room, all of us on a big bed leaning up against pillows along the wall. Steve and Katie would start making out, everything, up to this point, had taken place fully clothed, the girls had, at least so far, kept their clothes on, though we had felt their boobs through their clothes. Well, it was a beginning.So, we would kiss and I would feel Kim's boobs through her clothes, then,.