She glanced up a moment. Although the slatted garden gate had greenery wreathed around it, disconnected specks of her house were still visible past it... and something there caught her eye. There on the sill of her distant bedroom window, she hazily glimpsed the pewter angel she’d received one Christmas. It was the last gift she’d ever received from her grandmother. An upsetting mental image suddenly materialized from her subconscious. She imagined her grandmother’s spectral face frowning down at. This time I knew to breathe deeply again, and when I managed to relax again that finger, too, slipped inside. I felt myself stretching to receive him. How is this even possible? I thought.Now I really began to understand what a finger-fucking was. Rob pushed in and pulled out, never taking his mouth off my cock. I felt something building inside, something deep and wild, something I’d never felt before, and I realized I was nearly at the point of no return.“I’m gonna…” I said.But just as I. . you and I? When we were kids?" Sure I do," she laughed, "all the time. Don't you?" Yes," I went on, "but do you ever think about... you know... the time when we were teenagers and we..." Oh, look Danny," Ellen said excitedly, stopping and letting go of my arm so that she could point, "wild flowers. Just like we'd pick for Mom when we used to walk here."And she left me standing there as she ran straight into the sunny meadow filled with yellow, white and purple flowers all swaying, with the. She had shown no interest in him at all that evening but that didn't stop me starting an argument and we ended up leaving early.We got back to her parents house where I was staying that night and she was doing her best to make things right even though I was the one in the wrong, I just couldnt get over it though and demanded to know everything. She explained that he wasn't a boyfriend to her in the way I was and the only significance he had to her was that he took her virginity. It was when she.