Besides, we just filled up on milkshakes from Webb’s custard stand. Dad ... Gloria -- this is April. April Hunter, my girlfriend.”“Girlfriend,�... his dad replied. “Glad to see you back in the saddle, son.”April extended her hand and his dad grasped it. “Pleased to meet you, Mr Quick.”“Call me Matthew ... or, just Matt. Very pleased to meet you, April. It’s a pretty name. Come in, sit down.”Ron and April sat, holding hands on an upholstered loveseat. Matthew and Gloria sat in chairs opposite. One was very pretty, curvaceous, got the boys' attention in multiple ways. She was tomboyish and just like one of the guys. Her name was Ashley. (Her tale comes later) Our woman is pretty cute. Not ugly but not drop dead gorgeous. She didn't have eye-popping curves like her friend, which she admits. But the thing about her was: There was always something. Something about her that I could not figure out. This is called "The Tale of The Sweetheart."Now, why the nickname "The Sweetheart", you ask?. I can’t believe how intimate the details were, but it was strangely satisfying to be able to share that with someone. Without using his name, it was anonymous somehow. We just referred to Tim as him. After a few weeks, Fran knew Tim almost as well as I did. I got letters from Tim and even called him a few times. I could tell that things weren’t as, uh, passionate as they had been over the summer. The distance was wearing on us.’ Patrice gripped the Kleenex a little tighter, a gesture that. Hold me Johnny, please hold me, she asked. I held her, we were under the covers, both of us naked, my flaccid penis was resting against her bottom and she didnt roll away and she didnt have a headache. It was a big first step for her. Shed never touched me like that before. Our sex life had been active before her delivery but, in truth, it was pretty pedestrian, missionary position most of the time with just an occasional doggie. Nothing wild, no mutual masturbation, no oral and certainly no.