You were really pretty wicked for your first time,” Cheyenne’s ability to go from whimpering mess of jelly to composed told me I hadn’t done nea...ly enough. I would need to get online and read up.“Well, I was going to flatten your pussy lips by pressing them between two books but I was afraid if you get too close to a book, you’d melt,” I teased her about her lack of academic interest.“Oh, remember the guy who kept trying to stretch and flatten our tits?” Cheyenne agreed that would be a good. We then asked my friend to come inside and said we had patched up things and everything was cool between us. In fact, nothing was cool. Everything just turned up its heat on us. We decided to meet the next day at my home. I picked her up the next day near her home and brought her to my house.She asked if I had any shirt that she could wear. I got her a black shirt which I knew would make her look sexy. She didn’t hesitate and started removing her top and bra in front of me. But midway, she. ‘Just look at me.’ How could I not? I felt a second finger join the first and now they went deeper but never fast, never hurried. She moved closer and her left hand went again to my neck as her mouth closed on mine and we kissed again. I think I may have said, ‘please’ or something like that because her tongue came deep into my mouth. She was holding me up now, I could barely keep myself upright. To my horror her hand left me and my dress dropped back to my ankles. Somehow she turned me and her. ”“Bueno. Good. That leaves over four billion in reserve with the general fund, just in case something inexpensive comes up,” Juan added with a smile. “This is very good what you’re planning here, Linda. You’ll help many, many people. I’m proud to call you my friend. You’re still a very wealthy young lady, too.”“I almost forgot. Where I’m living right now, the owner of the house is Carla Thomas. I want her mortgage paid off. The two girls living upstairs with me, Janice Ford and Kathy Smith. I.