“I SAW that, young lady! And I thoroughly approve,” Uncle Evil called out to me. I smiled so broadly – he totally got me.We laughed and joked on...the way to the pool. It was a reasonably long walk. It felt shorter when Stefan was ambling and strutting like a pony boy for us. Jessie talked a lot to Courtney. He asked her a lot of questions about herself.I didn’t think to do that the day before. I was learning about her favorite color, her favorite music, and all her interests and all because. God! Why was the world so complicated? In order to do what we thought was the best thing for our friends, we'd risk ending up not being the kind of friends they wanted! And how negative was it, Julie and I to be now seriously talking about no longer seeing the twins, just at the point when we were committing ourselves to sleeping with them for the next three months?I tried to put these thoughts into words, to see what the love of my life thought of my logic."I'm so confused, Julie. Okay, I. Finally we were simply heaving together, faster and faster until she spasmed and shook, screaming, "Fool, fool," as her climax washed over us. I barely paused in my own striving for release and soon had to grit my teeth to keep from squealing with pleasure as I exploded, my heavy ramrod fully extended and pumping thick gobs of jism into her, recoiling and ramming and firing again and then again and still again and again and then once more as I ground us together and shuddered within her.She. ”“Are you sure?”“Yes. I’m positive.”“Great. Then let’s get started.”We walked over to the piano, sat down and our lesson. She gave me some stuff to practice and I rode home to wait for the next lesson.My lessons went on like this for 4 months. I would take any chance I could to look at Miss Miller. I was pretty sure she didn’t know I was looking. I was careful to avert my glaze when she would turn to me. Then came April 14, 1982.My lesson ended and I got up to leave when Miss Miller.