Really we don’t. Anyways we always go behind the Art Block to skive because it’s nice, shady, TEACHER FREE, and there’s a big log to sit on. Wel... we were there and I lit another cigarette (while Shari was telling me how sexy I am when I blow smoke out the corner of my mouth. Seriously, I’m not even a lesbian and my best friend comes onto me on a regular basis. How screwed up is my life?), I sort of dropped the lighter, it smashed, the lighter fluid comes pouring out onto the log, and I go and. “How many girls have gone down on you before?”“I’ve never been with a girl before,” I gasped.“A virgin,” said Sabine. “So young, so innocent.”“No, no,” I said. “I’m not a virgin. I’ve been with boys …”“Doesn’t count,” she said, dismissively.She stripped off my wet panties and I raised myself again to help her. Her lips met my pussy lips, her tongue entered me and her fingers began to stimulate my clit. She was skilled beyond anything in my limited experience. She played on me like a finely. .. I just don’t believe it!” Then she slowly shook her head and said, “No, kids. No way. It’s just not going to happen.”The girls were crushed or at least they pretended to be. The fact was they at least half expected their mother’s reaction based on what Andy had told them while in Hillsdale. But they didn’t let on. Instead, Little Bit asked, “What’s wrong with the idea?”“Sweetie,” Mother began, “I guess it’s time to tell you a little more of my background.” Then she looked thoughtful as she. About sixty years of age. Widow for the past ten years or so. Lives on a fixed income, for the most part. She could definitely use a bit of food, I think,” I explained to Frankie, who smiled as Mrs. Lindstrom opened the door.“Adam, what’s the matter? Who is this?” Mrs. Lindstrom echoed Frankie’s words about her.“This is my fiancee, Francesca Van De Boer. Just call her ‘Frankie,’ though. That’s what she likes to be called,” I introduced them, “Frankie, dear, this is Mrs. Hannelore.