I had been going out with boys for many months and enjoyed the regular visits to the cinema or on walks in the local hills. It was Ronnie who first go... into my bra. He was the same age as me but delicately built, although small and wiry is probably a better description.We lay on a soft mossy bank surrounded by gorse bushes and he had been kissing me deeply for perhaps half an hour while trying to get inside my blouse. I sighed and laughed as I lay on my back (legs tightly closed of course) as. I do as he asks, exposing my pussy and ass to him, he rubs his fingers across my soft shaven pussy, already moist from excitement and anticipation, i gasp as he slides one finger inside me slowly, teasing me, then two fingers, pointing them down wards to rub against my g-spot, getting faster and faster, more pressure till I feel my legs start to tremble, I can hear how wet I am as his fingers slide in and out my pussy, juices running down my legs, im moaning louder now, my face pressed into the. Lynn and Blossom looked at each other and went back into the house. I saw Margaret looking at us through the kitchen window and I smiled and waved. Erin did the same and Margaret returned the gesture and disappeared. I pushed Erin off my lap and took her hand. With the other I grabbed one of the sturdy folding lawn chairs we used for the BBQs, and I led her out to our daughter’s grave. I led us under the tree next to our Taylor Erin’s grave, and after setting up the chair, I sat and pulled Erin. Aria did not seem to mind too much. She had known that this might happen when she asked to come with her father. He had received good news the previous day however.As Michael turned to leave the field where Aria was playing he heard a voice from his past."Michael Christopher, I didn't believe it when I heard that name."Michael turned slowly and looked at the person speaking to him. She was older than he remembered, obviously. Still, there was no mistaking Cynthia Rodgers. She still wore her.