..” “Larry?" Becky asked. “Of course. Who else would it be?" Larry, her fiancée said, with a smile. Larry was laying next to her. Becky planted...a kiss on him. He kissed back. “I missed you so much.” “And I missed those lips. Haha,” he said. “There’s more where that came from," Becky said, biting her lip. “Really now?" Larry said, playing with her bottom lip. She sucked on his finger with her pink lips. They matched eyes. Becky stripped off her top and shorts rather quickly. Larry looked at her. She kisses me back and starts tearing my clothes off. I stop a little, look at her, move her hair calmly behind her ear and say "hi" and look her deep in the eyes. I want to enjoy this, this should not be any random sex. I take her hand and lead her into my bedroom, I close the door behind us and grab her. I push her close to me and grab her head and start kissing her calmly. I bring her over to the bed while I kiss her and lay her down, I kiss her neck and her collarbone. I feel her pulse. "No, Chris. I am sorry," said Mr. B. "I'll apologize for all members of my family. I know you can't be friends with Lucinda any more. But can we – my wife and I – still count you as our son?"In answer, I gave him a huge hug. I decided then and there, I'd pay his utility bills forever. It was the least I could do for these wonderful people. It wasn't their fault that their daughter had turned into a ... I didn't want to say that b-- word even to myself. I'd promised my mother not to swear.I. Those splits took care of that. I am still a virgin. But everyone is going to have to take my word for it. The physical evidence is gone. I started coming home from the gym with spotting in my underwear. When it kept happening I went to my mother. She took me to our doctor and he explained what was happening and assured us that it was a common occurrence among girls who were involved in gymnastics.I had been involved in gymnastics between the ages of eight and twelve. When I was about twelve.