. to be the first crush a carnation over the casket. God! I don't think I can do this! At least it wasn't raining. That was a constant hazard in the s...ring.Pearl stood at the head of the grave, waiting for me to do my duty. It felt out of place, inappropriate for her to be standing there where Mom would be, were she alive. We never were great friends, Pearl and I. I suppose I had been somewhat resentful. It seemed to me that she had filled in behind Mom so easily, displacing her memory in my. Still it felt nice either way and he watched her and her facial expressions. She’d watch him and how he reacted too. Before long, she grew more and more comfortable doing it. “I like doing this” she said. “Do you? Does it feel nice?” He nodded and said yes but added “I want to return the favor. It’s exciting. It is turning me on. I don’t want to cum too soon. Want me to feel you? Want me to finger you or even lick you out? I’d love to do that if you’d like it.” He was ready and more then. "I still cannot believe you didn't tell me last night ... that you waited 'til morning." Like I said -- what could we do about it then? Take you to the Emergency Room? Abrielle -- you weren't bleeding. You weren't having a stroke, a heart attack or an aneurysm. You weren't unconscious nor did you have a broken limb. If we took you to the E. R. all they would say would be, call your doctor in the morning. That'll be three hundred dollars, please. You got the same advice this morning for free.". "That I became a bad girl, or that you didn't?" That you became bad," Brittany said, unconvincingly."You're jealous," Rachel said in surprise."Well, you get to have all this fun and not care about it, while I have to be Miss Perfect!" Brittany said. The girl was a great actress, because it looked like she was crying."Why do you have to be Miss Perfect?" Rachel asked gently."Everyone expects it!" she cried. "My parents, my friends, even my boyfriend! He doesn't want to sleep with me because he.