It was one of those moments that's etched in my memory with stark clarity. It was a cool, sunny fall afternoon. I'd been laying on my bed in a state o... emotional anguish, trying to work up the courage to do what I had to do. My stomach was churning to the point of nausea, and oh my! there were so many excuses I could dream up to put it off a little longer. However I knew he was downstairs doing homework, and I had to do it before he took off.He was immersed in his homework when I came down.. “Here, let me pour you a glass of wine. How inattentive of us, letting you sit here without anything to drink!” “It’s okay,” she quickly brushed my concerns away. “I’ve only been here a few minutes anyway.” So she was talking full sentences. That was good. I had been a bit fearful that we’d overwhelm her. “So how long have you been living here?” I inquired and sat down in the chair to her left, holding up my glass to her. She clinked hers to mine and took a sip, letting out a small sigh and. When we walked in we saw a homemade sign taped to the wall in the den. It read: BLUE RIDGE FASHIONS PROUDLY PRESENTS THE KINKY KOLLECTION. MODELED ESPECIALLY FOR GREG AND MIKE. HAPPY BIRTHDAY! There was an arrow pointing back to the one huge bedroom. As we turned to walk down the hallway we saw a small end table positioned there. On. " I trailed off. "What are you doing, Carlos," I asked, weakly. I heard Jenny chuckle. I looked over and she was now on the bed next to us, on her haunches, languidly watching us."I'm gonna fuck you now, Tom. Just like I did your girlfriend. And you're going to love it, just like you loved my dick down your throat the first day we met." His remark drew an audible surprise from Jenny. She didn't know about our first encounter. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle. I'll make you the happiest girl alive..