We were now exchanging tongues, feverishly, and my hand went from her breast to inside her bikini bottom first squeezing her butt really hard, then I ...oved my hand to inside the front of her bikini and I was very excited over this.Before she’d left, Claire had told me to do whatever; but, I felt compelled to stop. I eased out of our massive kiss, removing my single finger and pulling back to being nose to nose with her. I kissed her nose, saying, “I love you, Sarah Rollins.” She quietly. As soon as I closed the door to Molly’s room from the inside, I sat down on the bed and threw my head into my hands, sighing deeply.“You okay?” Molly asked, a little distantly. It hurt, even after all this time. She could at least pretend to care.I debated whether to respond with ‘yeah’ or ‘no’ in my head, so I just turned off my thinking and let whatever would come to mind first fly out of my mouth.“I made you an alcoholic.”A pause. Molly said nothing. Eventually, I heard her chair creak as. ."She didn't finish. "Aw, fuck, that is great! Ain't gonna last too much longer," Big Edgasped. Sarah stopped. "Let it cool off for a minute. I don't want you to comequite yet." Sarah felt like she might come, too, if she could prolong hishard-on. Sometimes she could come by just imagining a man's cock insideher. She looked into his eyes and saw they were glazed with lust. He smiledweakly. "Goddamn, Sarah, bring me off! Gotta come," he sighed. She heldhis cock in a vise-like grip, squeezing off. At the end of our lengthy conversation, I heard myself invite Roger to grab a bite with me at the Saint Laurent Mall food court, and the brother happily accepted. I don’t normally do stuff like that but there’s something different about Roger Duchene, and, um, even at this point, so early into our relationship, the Haitian brother had quite an effect on me! The next day, around noon, I took the bus to the Saint Laurent Mall and met with Roger Duchene at the food court. We grabbed some Chinese.