Where are you going with this, Sharon, it sounds to me like you have some kind of plan in mind.’ ‘Not really, Ashleigh, but I was thinking that if...we four got together for an evening and it turned sexual, it would be much more fun if the boys could participate as much as we could. I know, for instance, that theywould both enjoy watching us make love to each other and I don’t think they would mind making love to us in the same room, even switching partners, but I don’t think they are ready for. Extremely loving and gentle, she loved to play and cuddle with me, and she was happiest when she got to sleep on the bed next to me at night. This was an adjustment, as she grew to occupy a good half of the bed, but having been used to sharing the bed with my wife for so long, I got accustomed to it quickly enough. It was pleasant, hearing her soft snoring as I drifted off to sleep each night.As Stormy came into heat for the first time, I considered what to do about it. I had no intentions of. She started to unbutton her shirt as she did I grabbed her head and started to kiss her and she embraced it. I than started to feel up her breasts grabbing and then squeezing her nipples. She let out moans through the kiss. I then slid my hand down her pants and noticed she was soaking wet and not wearing any panties with that I knew she was hoping to get lucky or just willing enough to fuck any guy who would give her the time of day. I grabbed her head and forced it near my cock and told her ". ”I shook my head. “No you don’t understand. We can’t be like that because we already are. You are my best friend and I don’t care what you are or what you do. We are buds.”By now tears were running down Angela’s beautiful face. I went to her and we hugged. And for the first time in my life I felt a feeling that I’d only felt with my brother, John Fuller and of course that boy, so long ago, in Cape Cod.Life for Angela and me went on as it had. We studied, gossiped and laughed just like always..