Then I knew why: we had forgotten the foam. Forgotten or ignored, Im not sure which. We lay in each others arms, until I said, you know what we forgot... I know he said. We cant do much about it now. What we did about it, was continue without it for the rest of that day, figuring that wasnt going to make any difference at this time. After a few minutes rest, we did it again, then again. I loved the feeling of his hot cum inside me. I wanted more of it, but we resolved to be more careful in the. People around us smiled at us and I got a couple of "thumbs up" from some guys walking by.We settled on 5:30 and I walked Red back to her parents house. I still had almost three hours, so I grabbed the two golf bags and took them into the garden area that I had seen from my window and cleaned our clubs.Red looked stunning when she walked towards my car in the driveway as I was waiting holding the passenger side door open. Four inch heels, a black pleated short skirt and green top matching her. She had gone out to the garage to change the laundry and found herself standing in front of the stereo putting in the City of Angels CD that reminded her so much of him. She selected Angel….yes, he was her angel after all. The music, the words, took her away, there was no way someone young could understand the depths of emotion Sarah McLachlan had written into this song. To understand it you had to have lived some, to have suffered some from bitter heartbreak and a failed marriage and from the. And I said “Are you doing it too?” and she said “Maybe. Are you getting wet?” and I said “A little” but actually it was more than just a little and Cait said “Put one finger in” and I said “Okay” and I did and Cait said “Tell me what you're doing” and I said “I'm doing what you told me to do” and Cait said “No, tell me” and I whispered “I'm fucking myself with my finger” and Cait said “I can't hear you” so a little louder but not so loud that it would wake Lucy up I said “I'm fucking myself”.