I hated having to do it, and I especially hated having to be the bearer of these particular bad tidings. She'd beat herself up for not having been the...e, even with her mom as out of it as she'd been, and I was the reason she hadn't been able to be there.She took it about as hard as I'd expected. I told her as gently as I could, making sure I said "passed away" instead of the harsher "died"—I never have understood why it matters, they mean the same thing, but it does to most people—and her face. When one of the bet was to suck the winner till he cummed while the second winner fingers my pussy, I thought they decided to let go of the rule about only the winner fucking me. But when I asked them, Sandy replied, “We said, one of us gets to fuck your pussy. Doesn’t mean that the others don’t get to use the rest of your body to satisfy their cocks”. Somehow, that thought caused a shiver of electricity go up my spine. This was one time that none of them tried to win and were trying to make. ’ I grinned. He laughed, ‘Yeh being kinda cute sure helps in the selection process.’ I had his trust, now I wanted to dig deeper and allay my fears, to find out what he thought of my girlfriend. I asked if there were indoor activities. ‘Sure, we have dance classes and art classes,’ he answered with obvious pride. I asked if we could see without disturbing them and he led me into the buildings. We passed seemingly endless empty classrooms before music lured us to the door. And there she was,. When heleft, she gave him a hug and kissed him on the cheek. Helooked at her and saw her eyes were teary.“Don’t worry about me, Portia,” he said. “I’ll be allright. I’m still not ready to make a move, but now Iknow that once I can talk sense to myself, it will gofast because of all the work you’ve done.”***That was the last time Eugene spoke to her for threeweeks. He couldn’t seem to drag himself out of the ruthe was in. One morning at the.