‘Too long? It’s only been a few days.’ I giggled. He stepped forward, pressing his body against mine. ‘It felt like decades…’ He whispered... kissing my neck. ‘Oh, did it now?’ I prompted as he nibbled my ear. He nodded. Ruining the foreplay, Oliver pulled back and removed his boxer briefs. His dick was mostly hard, but not completely. I sighed and got down on my knees, immediately taking the entire thing into my mouth and humming on it. He was only seven inches, so deep throating it wasn’t that. I was just going to find Mum, when the door bell rang. "I'll get it," I called out.I opened the door to find Tish standing there. She was dressed in a mish-mash of assorted colours and styles, with nothing at all matching or even going together. She had a habit of just grabbing whatever was on top of the pile of clean clothes and throwing it on regardless. She seemed to have got used to dressing in girl clothes. but she still had trouble dressing like a girl. Maybe she needed some more helpful. Cheryl was used to seeing Carla nude at home when she visited our apartment, but not in the car. It was a new side of Carla that Cheryl would soon grow used to (though not necessarily to love). I wish I could say that Cheryl started sharing Carla's passion for nudie rides and such, but rather than embellish the story too much, I'll stick closer to the facts as I remember them.At summer's end, we saw less of Cheryl. I hit the books intensely since it was my senior year and I was also busy. Sometime later I awoke to the sound of a ‘whoosh’, followed by a ‘plop’, of something hitting water. As I gathered my senses I rose and looked around, and I saw a fisherman sitting nearby. He was hidden by the sunshade umbrella but with all the equipment around him, and the three fish beside him, it was obvious what he was doing. So being friendly I walked around the huge umbrella to say my greetings. Then I saw him. Sitting there on the lakeside grassy knoll, beer can beside him, fishing rod.