‘Yea, I guess you can say that.’ ‘Hey you don’t have to be embarrassed around me, I’m the last person who will judge you. I let you judge yo...rself.’ She said. Petra didn’t say anything in return, there was nothing for her to say. She watched as Angel went over to her nightstand and pulled out her cigarettes. She noticed she was thin but muscular, her jet-black hair was in contrast to her light blue eyes. Her blue jeans were well faded and she wore black work boots. It was her smile that offset. Sam slept for a while and then drifted half-asleep and half-awake. She brushed her hand over her right breast. Her eyes flew open as she felt the two puncture marks there. The memories of the night before came flooding back. She also realized that she was lying in Amy's bed completely naked."Oh my God," she said to herself, "it was all real. It wasn't a dream. Oh my God." Amy, Amy," she cried out.Amy came running in to find Sam sitting up in bed. "What Sam? Are you all right?" She asked in. They'd been down this road already, figuring it out step-by-step, so we built on that. We agreed to get together on Wednesdays, and still had the option of getting together on Saturdays with our parents.Mom dropped us off, and I hoped I was reading her mood correctly. A mother is very protective of her daughters, and here she was, leaving us by ourselves and knowing that we were going to have sex. Not just any mother could have done that.Liz and I were both nervous. It was one thing to go off. Just think of the Beverly Hillbillies and you will catch on. If you can’t appreciate this then exit right now, please.Clyde and Mabel have been married almost 15 years but were screwing off and on for several before they decided to move in together and make it legal. It was not an arrangement based on romance but practicality. Clyde had a decent job and the best dick of the moderate number Mabel had tried. There wasn’t a big menu of men out in the sparsely populated hill country where she was.