Suzanne helped her up and pulled her close. After a few moments, Heather's sobs lessened and her breathing returned to normal."Ssh, Heather. It's OK. ...sh."Heather twisted her head back and forth between Suzanne's breasts. Suzanne stroked her hair, gentling Heather the way she would a child."It's OK, Heather. Ssh. Nothing happened."When Heather turned her tear-streaked face up, without thinking Suzanne kissed her lightly on the lips. A little voice told her this was a very bad idea, but Suzanne. Sort of against my gut instinct, I asked Trent to be my boyfriend… I was skeptical about whether the relationship would work, but hey, I loved him dearly. However, with my permission (we were, and still are, in an open relationship) he still continued to take other dicks and bone lots of pussy, and I spilled a shitload of sperm to his stories about his slutty adventures. That summer, a year after we started officially going out, I decided that I couldn’t last any longer without seeing my baby,. "Yea," he thought, "this farming stuff wasn't so bad after all."His only problem was Aunt Jess. He had become somewhat obsessed with her. Every night he would steal her panties and jerk off before he went to sleep. He would then sneak them back into her clothes hamper.However, he wasn't fooling Jess. She would often watch him through the upstairs window, leaving the house with a pair of her panties held to his nose. Jess had a problem also; she was thrilled by Billy's desire to jerk off in her. Angie’s words echoed instantly in my mind. But my voice hadn’t hit its register during the entire conversation. I was sure of it.“I’d like that. But I have an ... appointment at the University. I may not make it back in time.”“Oh,” she shrugged. “Well, if you do, we’ll be out on the beach at noon. Opposite the hotel.”“Thanks. I’m Joshua, by the way.”“Yael,” she smiled.I pushed my way through the narrow, twisting concrete corridors of a nondescript university building, following a hand-drawn map.