But it's time to back up a little bit and tell this story from the beginning--at least, from a beginning that makes some sense.So our little torrid ta...e begins with Freddy lying in his bed in his small bedroom on a sunny Sunday afternoon. He normally went to church every Sunday with his mother, Maria. But this Sunday, he had managed to convince his mother that he wasn't feeling very well, so that she would allow him to skip church and stay at home while Maria went ahead and attended Mass by. And my husband lasts an hour."_______________________________________________________________________________________________________"Oh god Cassidy, don't stop!"Cassidy wouldn't dream of it. Buried deep between her best friend's legs, a faceful of wet and neglected pussy aching for her attention, the blonde's tongue moved deftly to solve Melinda's sexual frustration. From long licks of the labial lips to sweet lappings at the clitoris, with sucking and teasing and humming vibrations, her mouth. .. or more ... and turn south more than once before I learned the value of local knowledge. Even if it comes from a woman in the petrol at the counter.Strange ... grandfather looked like the last one ... younger ... but similar.“I expected you last night,” he croaked.“Little Miss Astronomer there had other plans.” I said.“Yes...” He skewered her with his eye, “Abby ... I’m proud of you. The Meade was a tremendous bargain. Good girl. And congratulations on making the Dean’s List.” “Close your. " Lesley assured me.And I knew she was right. I had felt it since the first night we were together, but I had fought it. Fought it hard because of my ... fear? Experience? Cynicism? Perhaps it had been all three, but I had denied how I truly felt."Embrace it..."I drifted towards sleep, the comforting feeling of emotion running through me. For a moment I felt a fearful thought of what might happen if Julie got pregnant. The thought of losing Lesley forever ran through my mind, only to be pulled.