That same night I masturbated thinking of her, touching her breasts. That was the first time I thought about her in bed, but certainly not the last.On... day, I slept over at Nicolas’ house. I loved being close to Maria, I helped her cook the dinner for that night, after I had said that I enjoyed cooking, which was a lie. Nicolas was playing video games in the meantime. I was chopping carrots, and Maria came over and laughed: “You’re making the pieces too big. Here, let me show you.”I gave. There's more to the Frank and Frannie names as well. Mother is Florence, Dad is Fred. I guess they liked the alliteration, because I got named Francine and three years later came Frank. Most everyone just calls me Fran--both at home and at school.But, back to Frank. I said, "used to be" a snot. That's because things have changed. When Frank entered high school a freshman my senior year, he got involved in sports right away and other school activities that put us on different schedules at home.. ”“Oh? What did she want?” June asked.“She wanted to know if I would lend you to her and Joan for a stay-over on Friday night. I told her that I no longer have control over you. She asked me if I would ask you to give her a call when you get a chance to do so.”“Really? I’ll call her after the boys leave. Did she tell you why she wanted me to stay over?”“No, mistress.“Well,” June said. “I don’t think that’s going to happen, but I’ll call her anyway. Now, though, let’s get going with the. She looked up at the handsome African."That was wonderful. Some of the girls said it was more intense at times like this. It's true, that was the most exhilarating orgasm ever!"Igwe looked down at the girl, who was sporting a silly grin. He wondered at her words while drinking in her flushed pink prettiness."At times like this?" he asked."This was the first time I have been made love to when I am fertile."Igwe's eyes widened."Fertile? Are you serious? Do you know what that might mean?" Of.