She grabbed my hard-on with both hands and sucked my manhood, rubbing my balls with one hand and stroking my dick with the other. Holy shit, it felt s... good. I groaned and said, Im cumming! as I shot a jet-full of my sperm into her waiting mouth. I felt so many pumps go into her mouth I didnt know if she could swallow all of my load. But she kept on pumping and pumping my children into that tunnel until I couldnt shoot anymore. She opened her beautiful blue eyes, looked at me, opened her mouth. And luckily enough to the house beside me. Our perfect neighbor. Gradually through time she was admitted in the same school as mine and then we became friends. Friends to good friends and then inseparable friends. It was like impossible to get as apart and she used to cry loud and loud if asked to go home after she paid us a visit. Our inseparable bond made our families close too. My mother playfully used to say, “I’ll get you both married when you grow up.” And she used to give a smile look at. This created such an erotic dynamic for the three of us. I want to emphasize here that I was still very much in love with Michael. He was essential to the experience and none of it would have been possible or nearly as hot without his erotic energy fueling the experience for all three of us. I remember the first time Michael visited me after I was officially “owned” by another man. He had just arrived and we were so excited to see each other. We stripped out of our clothes and were all over. She heard him approach. She felt his hand slide across her belly. Her shirt was a thin, blue and made of silk. It felt like it had already torn off under his fingers. Janelle thought of Dennis’ fingers, which she’d sucked the night before. She felt his tongue swishing from side to side on her clitoris and up and down. His fingers were placed on her lips as if to silence her—and Janelle wasn’t that loud. She wanted to be straightforward in sex as she was in life. She would moan exactly as much.