" They didn't do this as much asthey once had.Grace went on, "That is another of those things that people can never knowfor sure, and people think dif...erent things about it. It is a nicethought, that we might meet a lost friend again, but I believe, have faithin, something else. You know I'm going to become a Godmother tomorrow,right. Do you know what that means?" That you can have people rubbed out?" he giggled."Noooo," she said, "not that kind of godparent, the real kind. It means Iwill speak. Days passed by and I got her number. We chatted through WhatsApp. Only after getting her WhatsApp number I got to see her. Oh man, she was super sexy having a perfect figure and a great ass.She used to send me her pics regularly. Especially her post-workout pics which were damn sexy exposing her curves drenched in sweat. I complimented her on how sexy she is and how easily she will attract any guy around. One day while chatting I asked her if we can meet.She agreed and told me to come near. So, fuck me.?He bucked his hips, feeling the slickness on the head of his cock, the tight curls on her labia. It was a natural trick of anatomy that, rubbed together, things fit. Inexorably, all the wriggling, their struggling and then he fingers seeking the painful places on his body where he could be hurt worked to couple them together.Inside her, his cock made itself a space, nestled up so the hardness was engulfed. She grunted, feeling its presence, making herself clamp down so the ringed. “I’ve missed you so much” I sobbed into her ear. She just hugged me tighter. And, just like that, everything was back to normal. We walked home from school that day, hand in hand, and I felt like I was walking on air.A few days later, as we were getting our stuff to head home Lisa asked me if I wanted to come over to her house and we could do our homework together. I was so excited we had not been to each other’s house since our fight. “I’d love that!” I gushed. And off we went. When we got to.