When I couldn't even get Megan to stop in the bar for a drink with me after tennis I was ready to give up but Trish gave me another two thousand to ke...p trying and she said she would give me ten grand if I managed to get her into bed. I couldn't afford not to keep trying."If Trish had appeared in the parking lot at that moment I would have snapped her neck like a twig."Okay, Carl. I don't want you playing tennis with Megan anymore." That's fine with me. I am tired of telling her how great she. He had been so scared, but his mother had been so comforting and caring through the whole thing.That froze him solid. Remembering his mother, he remembered her funeral. The funeral they had when he was only five! Dad had never remarried, so how could he remember his mother helping him through his first period at nine, when she had died four years before?Another thing, when he remembered his mother, there were two faces that sprang to mind. One, the woman who died when he was a child, the other,. Entering the kitchen, I got a big surprise. Carly was smiling up at me from the table.God she was beautiful. At 16, Carly was a free spirt, with a quick wt and a sexy body. Her hair color changed regularly, this week being burgandy. She was 5' 6'', with 34b tits, 27''waist, tight ass, Angelina Jolie lips and dark brown eyes. "I was dropping of my stuff, and decided to grab a snack". Have whatever you like I said, turning towards the fridge, hiding my growing cock. I grabbed a beer and. . it will be worth the wait...Toweling off and drying my light red hair with the blow dryer, I curl most of my waist-length ends, and then work my mop into a messy bun towards the top, letting the ringlets cascade down a bit to my neck, knowing that he loves playing with my hair. Quickly I do my makeup... just enough to emphasize my light-grey eyes, a little shimmery purple eyeshadow, some dramatic eye liner, my favorite mascara, and then carefully outlining my lips and adding a light.