The starting sophmore linebacker of the Central High Panthers held the hand of a six-year-old Tigger as we crossed the parking lot toward the grammar ...chool auditorium. And I loved it!Erin entered my life two years ago. A damn drunk driver crossed the centerline and wiped out her family. I saw her for the first time on the evening news, a burnt and broken little girl, hugging a bloody torn stuffed tiger. Her dad's will left care and custody in my parent's hands, and I had a baby sister. We met. It was even better when it was the real thing. Sometimes such thoughts and their inevitable results happened much earlier in the play, when she was chatting up a man she had decided to fuck. If, say, she was wearing a little black dress and a very small bra at a dinner or drinks, this was obvious to her quarry. It always worked. It was her winning poker hand. On this occasion, which was taking place in the man’s plush hotel suite after a business conference dinner, she had allowed herself to. Like so,” she said, holding it against her forehead. Her eyes went blank for a moment, her face relaxed.It only took a couple of seconds and she looked alert again, smiling sadly, “I saw the look of shock and pain on your face when the small one committed suicide. It must have been hard for you.”Okay, now I was really curious. I accept the stone from Emily, then raised my shields completely, keeping them close but making sure nothing could get to me while I tried this. Call me paranoid, but I. She wasn’t so surprised to see Stella part her legs as that could mean anything, but as Megan rubbed her inner thighs a few more times she ran her fingers along her pussy lips and was surprised to find them so damp and even more surprised to hear Stella give what was clearly an erotic gasp at having been stroked in such a private place.Stella was relaxing as Megan rubbed her bottom and then her legs and then her inner thigh and parted her legs to maybe entice Megan to keep on stroking her.