All I did was give you permission to be what you were already."She clutched at him, her head against his shoulder. "And I don't owe you anything for t...at?"He kissed her forehead. "Nothing at all. Because, baby, it's not a one-way street. You did the same for me. You... You brought out all the... All the good things in me. You're my other half. You're my better half."She gave a happy sniffle. "How can that be, when you're my better half?" Good," he said, with a smile, "I'm glad we got that. "Oh! My god that’s the way to do it Don, you tearing my cunt apart".We all carried on as she demanded and soon sensations she had never experienced before overtook her. "Fuck me in all holes" she screamed and "oh Peter, push that cock down my throat...I want the three of you to mess me up . Fuck me and when you guys are ready I want all the semen down my throat"First it was Peter who exploded, and within a few seconds I withdrew and placed my cock on her lips as my cum splashed her face, and. I missed her a lot. She was my ally and confidant. She promised to call and write as often as she could. And she did pretty regularly for a while. Until she met Rick. She stopped calling, but kept writing every month... and then that stopped too. Mom said that these things happened when children grew up and moved on with their lives. I think she was as hurt by it as I was, if for different reasons.Yeah, I was jealous. I did my fourteen year old best not to let on. I don't think she would have. He tried vainly to ease the tension, “Nice house, ma’am.”She wasn’t feeling it, though. Damn, that woman and her prudish and conservative domination of others. For all she cared, she could shove it where only a dog would find it interesting. That brought back a not-yet-healed painful memory. Butch had been run over just outside on the neighborhood road. She had always been suspicious. Sam was good about staying in yard, but Butch was used to all the land around the house in Arizona and never.