By this time, people had begun to realize that we were more than study partners. We were being described as boyfriend/girlfriend, and soon began refer...ing to ourselves the same way. Sex was becoming a topic of conversation with our friends, and we both said we were saving ourselves for marriage. I had turned 13 shortly after the start of school, and my breasts were beginning to take some shape, although they would not have been noticeable under a loose shirt. I now had a patch of hair which was. She looked around and for a second I thought she was going to ask to go somewhere else, but she squeezed my hand as if to tell me exactly where she wanted to go. We walked through my kitchen and I stopped to get a glass of water, drank it fast and she grinned at me which was the final thing I needed to convince me that she wanted to go to my bedroom. So I lead her up the stairs and to the doorway of my room, she dropped my hand and went into the room first, looking around at the walls and at. When Becky started sucking my cock between the strokes before guiding me back inside Adela, my new bride exploded and I emptied my balls into her pussy at last. Becky then slid her tongue along the folds of Adela’s twat to lick up whatever cum she could taste from her slit. Mom simply kept rimming her for a moment longer, bringing another climax before she at last ceased and rose to face me.“So, ready to legalize plural marriage and make it official, son?” Mom invited me and I nodded as I. Let’s see if she still remembers me. Finally, the old feelings won, and I messaged ‘Hi’. I did wait for some time and without getting any response I closed Instagram.As days passed, suddenly on a busy working day, I got a notification from Instagram. I clicked on it. It was a message from her. A strong current of shock ran inside me. I opened the message. “Hey, how are you? I thought you would have forgotten me.”Glad to see, she still remembers me. My heart invoked me to reply but my ego.