" What else did you need to tell me and ask me?" I need to be able to talk about it, Carol. I know there's nothing you can do but listen. But I can't ...retend I don't feel the way I do. I tried for years, and that didn't work out so well, did it?" No." Quietly."I have to be able to tell you how I feel. I just have to. Can you accept that, and hear it, and can we still be friends with that between us?" She spoke quietly. "I can take it if you can." "Thank you." His voice almost cracked. He didn't. I felt oh so good whendressed, and I managed to have some special times to myself, often. Ieven remember coming home from school one day, while my parents werestill at work, and quickly dressing up in some of my Mom's sexierlingerie. I then went downstairs and left the drapes open andpretended to be looking for a book in the bookcase, all the whilehoping that I might catch some man's eye as he drove by. I guess youcould say that even back then I was somewhat of a "tease"...Well, in my 20's and. Soon she would reciprocate, the thought of which made her mouth go dry with anticipation.“Now fuck me Tony, fuck me hard,” Ellie instructed. She lay on the sofa, Tony between her legs, his cock deep within her. She moved her hips to meet his thrusts. It felt good. Fiona was beside her. “Come here,” Ellie said softly. Fiona heard Ellie, but didn’t understand. Then it became clear, as Ellie reached up and caressed her cunt. Then she pulled her down, and her tongue took over from her fingers. . 'His face darkened. 'So what if I have.''Well, you'd better finish me off at least.''What did you want to know?' he asked her, tucking his shrinking part back into his trousers.She glanced at him. 'It doesn't matter. Some other time. Look, are you going to finish what you started?'He stood up. 'Finish it yourself, ' he said curtly, and turned back to the house.Tom had stopped rubbing in surprise at what he had witnessed. It began to make sense now. Nodding to himself, in satisfaction at the.