She dismissed me rather abruptly and continued talking to a couple of her friends. I went through the motions of being a student until lunch then chec...ed myself out of school claiming illness. I needed time to think without any distractions. What the hell was I supposed to do with what I suspected? As I thought about it, I decided that first I needed more information and that secondly, I needed some help. I grinned when I thought of just the person to supply both. I got in my truck and headed. Thinking he was too busy with the new lady in his life to write me, I tried unsuccessfully to block him from my mind. Three months passed without a word. Then one day I received a new message from Dean_from_Detroit. Nervously I started reading it. “Dear Erica:” it began. “This is Ann, Dean’s daughter. I hope I am doing the right thing by writing you but my dad had a car accident May 11. He was in the hospital and just got released a few weeks ago. Erica, my dad told us about you. He. Then she beamed up at me. ‘Dad, that was amazing. Thank you.’ ‘The feel of this strap on is so good.’ Claire said. ‘Better than I imagined when you were talking about it. I’ve got to get one for myself. I loved it when Mum used it on me, and it was mind numbing using it on Dad.’ Megan leant over to whisper in my ear. ‘So good. Thank you.’ At the same time she was beginning to fondle me, and I knew that I needed to get hard again for Claire. Much to my surprise the thought started the process,. Lyssa's a lovely woman, slim, about my height, with a girlish figure and a lightness of movement that always draws a second look from men.I've known Lyssa since we were roommates in college. We were instant friends when we met and have stayed so ever since. Despite my wildness in college and the trouble it inevitably caused her, Lyssa's always been there for me through thick and thin. Even eight years later she was still my best friend. It was only two days ago that she had finally confessed.