"What! And you believed him?" he shouted, his voice almost reaching a breaking point. "Err... hmmm," I was stumped for an answer. "So you did believe ... stranger’s words. I can’t believe you would do that to me." He quickly got up and ran towards his room, slamming the door closed and locking it. Now my heart , filled with so much guilt at my lack of faith in my dear sweet friend, felt like it was going to break. I couldn’t believe that I didn't trust him and had believed a stranger. I had to. Now I had a white pair and a black pair and brought both. I’d have to see if I could find out what Laguerre was wearing before the fight to decide which pair to wear.I needed something to do as I wasn’t going to sit around the house all day; it would be straining and weird. I decided to head down early and spend time on Savannah’s Riverwalk.I threw the bags in the truck and went back in to tell Grandfather what I was doing. He gave me a look that didn’t bode well, then turned and walked towards. On top of that, the sex had been exhaustive, on both the physical and emotional level. For me, the emotion was something new.Cameron was the first sexual partner I had ever really cared about. The thought was kind of shocking to me. For someone who had just completed his freshman year of college, my experience was considerable. Cameron's estimate that I had slept with ten girls during our last two years of high school was a little conservative, and when you added on my first two years of high. When she un-hooked her bra her D size tits fell out to wear they really wanted to be; hanging loosely on her chest with her huge nipples hard and pointing straight out.I nearly fell over when she took off her panties. I was expecting a dark triangle of pubic hair. Instead I was greeted by a perfectly smooth shaved pussy. I had never seen my sister naked, not even when we were little kids. At 42 years old she was not built like a beauty queen. She was built like a hot, sexy milf. Her tits were.