I let her petticoat loose and it fell down. She was naked down there; no panties on. I slapped her ass and bit her neck again. She yelled at me, ”do...it slowly, I am all yours”.I took her to the bed again and this time, I ensured my head to be in between her legs. She was moving and hissing. I was just licking her inner thighs and biting her chocolate colored big thighs. She was smelling awesome down there; all wet and inviting.I was smelling her cunt, it was cleanly shaven. Her lips were. It seemed that was the moment that both saw their future together.And when Bret had pulled her to him on the porch and kissed her for the first time in over five years she knew. It was unlike any kiss they'd ever shared. They were both surprised, and she never wanted it to end. All her questions about how they might get back together were set aside by that feeling of love that coursed through them on the Christmas Day.And Amelia - her little treasure Amelia, always trying to push them together.. My books I was required to cover on my own, about 50 bucks, and my dad helped me with tuition which allowed me enough money to buy a motorcycle, yes, the two wheeled convenience that nearly got me killed. I didn’t tell my parents about that but you also have to remember college in California at that time was tuition free.Motorcycles still carried a bit of the stigma of the past, Hells Angels, greaser gangs, low life types considered unsuitable for private college mid century and I was leaning. I think the biggest give away was the open bottle of Jack Daniels he was holding. When he saw me he smiled and leaned on the door frame with his shoulder. “Hey Sachiko, whats up?”I know I looked a little pissed off “What do you want?”He held up the bottle and said “Why don't you take a break.” “Go home Jason” and I started closing the door. What he did next caught me completely by surprise. I mean the guy was an asshole, but I did not expect him to react like he did. He threw his shoulder into.