That's when her breathing became uneven. She leaned back into my right arm. This meant that she wanted me to move my left hand around and pleasure her...pussy. And this I did. We stopped kissing and my left hand swept to her vagina and I immediately felt a slimy lining of cum around her groin. My index and middle finger proceeded and dug in her. Her legs began to squirm and her hip moved up and down as she moaned. We did this for five minutes before I moved on to her breasts. I couldn't see. If I get into f***ing trouble, he said. I cut him off, Youll do what, remember this was your idea, I said. Mick just shut up and went into Brents room. He seemed to look back towards me, as if Brent was going to come right in and see him in his room. Mick creeped quickly to Brents desk and picked up the closest item and ran out of Brents room. We ran back to the games room and I followed. When I reached the games room Mick was holding Brents Rubix cubes. Ive seen Brent play with the Rubix cube. Just the basics. I never read the whole thing, but portions came up in literature classes. It’s a story about Britain, but I understand the story was written in French.”“Le Morte d’Arthur by Sir Thomas Malory was actually written in English, even though the title is French. It was published by William Caxton in 1485.”“Wow! How’d you know that?”“My grandfather is a new age hippie. End of the baby boomers. He started telling me the stories before I could walk and read me the whole book about the. The bond between you two is that strong. I’m afraid that if it ever breaks, you’ll fall apart. Maybe not right away, but without her, you aren’t complete.”“Jeez, Jennifer, you sound as if you think I should marry her and have kids.”“If the world were different, you should and you would. But it’s not, so you need to find that person out there who is as close to in tune with her as you can. She thinks it’s me and I so hope she’s right. I want her to be right.”“Me too,” I breathed. “Me too.”“But.