He’d been heartbroken – for a week, until the girl who ran the fruit stand at the market caught his attention.He’d not made the mistake of confu...ing lust for love again, but he’d had plenty of opportunities to satiate that lust, earning himself a reputation as a lady’s man – but not a knave, either. He was careful never to lead anyone on, ensuring there were no hurt feelings – and no unexpected ‘consequences’ a few months down the road, either. He just enjoyed himself, without strings attached,. .grown-upness. We are good Christian girls, we will save ourselves for marriage. We just like to make each other feel good. It's our sworn secret.I looked out again over the valley, the sun was lower, glints of color appearing on the surface of the river. Abigail slid her fingers down further below my quivering opening to probe my bottom, making me tingle as she pushed gently against it without penetrating me. Her thumb laid against my clit while she made a rotating motion in the back. I lifted. " she said. I gave her my address and she walked away and just seeing her beautiful ass rock back and forth got me excited about Friday night. Friday night came and I heard a knock at the door. It was Melissa and did she look amazing. Her beautiful black dress drove me nuts. She came in and we ate dinner and talked. She excused herself and went to the bathroom. When she emerged I knew she was leaving my apartment tonight. She was wearing one of my white t-shirts that was completely soaked and. "Mr. Lasky, can you tell the class what 'trochaic' means?"Winchell was a tall, slender man with the straight dark brown hair, high forehead, and the aquiline nose of too many generations of aristocratic inbreeding. Sid Lasky, a chunky 16-year old with curly brown hair, looked up at the sound of his name. "Sir?" "Come on now, Mr. Lasky, 'trochaic'; what is it?" "I-I don't know, sir." That should have been enough; Winchell should have moved on to another student, but he was having fun."Try, Mr..