She also taught her some defense spells—just in case. They made great companions for each other, too.We were home about a week when MP told me there...was something we had to do. I took her to a florist where she bought a dozen white roses and a heavy ceramic vase. Then we went to the one place I dreaded—the cemetery. MP placed the flowers on Mandy's grave. I couldn't help myself—I started crying again. When MP took my hand I noticed she was crying as hard as I was. We went to visit Mandy every. "Time for me to turn in," Tommy said. "Your nipples are poking out," he whispered in his mother's ear after kissing her goodnight.Tommy was texting a friend when there was a knock on his bedroom door. He jumped up and opened the door, "Mum, come in. I was hoping it was you." I want to know what tonight was all about," Amber said and closed the door behind her when she entered Tommy's room."Mom, I am nineteen. I don't have a girlfriend, and I am getting frustrated." And you think that gives you. Basically, lounging by the pool and sharing each other's pain at the prospect of getting up early for school the next day. I guess misery does love company.I had finished the lawns and was relaxing in my room when Shannon called me from Allison's room, "Jimmy, could you give me a hand for a second."Not thinking that anything was up I walked in asking, "What's up?"Shannon was standing in the center of the room in her bikini bottoms and a bra. "I can't get this undone." She pouted, looking up at. This is where the real story starts. I loved her with all my heart and I believed she felt the same way. Our sex was great, but I always have had fantacies about other men fucking the women I love. It hurts and is erotic at the same time and would make me hot as hell thinking about it. I first started talking about it, my fantacies, while we making love. At first she was not to open to it, but with persistence she started to get more and more excited about it. I wanted to do more than just.