"The other day she told me things about my father she had never told me before. I think she did not talk much about him because talking about him was ...o painful for her since she loved him so much and lost him not long after I was born. That brought home to me how difficult it must have been to come to terms with that loss and find the strength to bring up a young child on her own. I thought to myself I owe her so much and I love her so much for what she has done for me."He stopped for a moment. I heard from mutual friends that Belinda had married and quit school. Her husband turned out to be an alcoholic and she divorced him in less than a year. She was twenty-one and living with a friend. It was not that large a town when you ran in the same crowds. I still saw Belinda occasionally at parties, and even at the old coffeehouse at times. She never referred to my little contretemps, nor did I. Finally, when I reached twenty-four, I asked her out on a regular date. She hadn't anyone. It’ll be just our little secret. I mean it too” she guaranteed him. She undid one more button so that he’d see her cleavage a little better. He noticed it. He burned a little as he watched her undress herself just a little. He did love her tits. He had to admit that to himself. God, okay, so she wasn’t Angela, and she wasn’t even Karen but she sure had that really nice set of tits and for that matter she did have that set of hips and that ass as well which drew him to her. “Listen, I don’t uhhh. I push in and out in rhythm with my strokes on his member, and I moan against his skin when I feel his tip dripping onto my fingers.I push my finger in deep, then rub hard against the spot I find that makes his whole body shiver. He lets out a shuddering breath and squirms, gripping my arms tight.I can feel him getting closer, so I slow my pace down. I want to enjoy this for as long as I can.I never want to think what if ever again.“Please,” he whispers.He arches his back, trying to force.