As you said, our first encounter was very brief. It will be fun. We have all night to do anything and everything we can imagine. Where do you want to ...tart?”“I have always wanted to do a 'spit-roast'. Have Harry take you anally, while you eat me.”“That sounds erotic. Pull off your panties and scoot up to the top of the bed. Let me get into position to eat you, then let Harry penetrate me before we start.”We assumed our positions. Harry put on a condom, pulled my G-string aside, lubed my anus. An' when a woman gets her privates played with like that she gets wet.' See, I didn't know shit then and she had to explain it to me."It was quite some time before I dared try anything again. But when I did, and told her to get naked, she just did it without talkin' or complainin'. She'd just stand there, lookin' the other way while my hands had their way with her. An' when I'd go to finger her coochie, it'd already be wet. It smelled good, too. I never smelled nothin' like that before, but I. I turned my head and started down at her thighs. Yes! Yes! She was wearing some kind of thigh-high jobs, and everything beyond that was naked skin! And it was Miss Frobisher’s naked skin, no less. Some animal part of my brain must have taken over and opened the sluice gates for all the blood in my veins to flow straight to my cock. I think I felt stiffer than I’d ever been before, and I was tenting up the fly on my pants, to the meager extent I could do that. ‘What the hell are you looking. She could be loving ... and wildly sexual and passionate.I'd watched Abby grow up – snapshots taken over three months or so, once a year in the summers. I chastised myself for failing to keep up with real time. I resolved to apologize to her.Lastly, and most difficult, I examined my thinking about how I felt about Abby. I again got tears in my eyes; so many that the stars faded into a watery blur. I loved Abby. I really loved Abby, and I wanted her in my life from that moment forward until the.