”I pulled her off the couch, “you are just a nasty girl,” I teased as I pushed my hands inside her shorts. “I thought you weren’t wearing pa...ties when I was staring at your ass at the grill.”“I wanted to wear something special for you in case you had trouble getting aroused, it looks and feels like you didn’t need much encouragement,” she said and pulled me to her and my cock pressed against her as we kissed.We barely made it to her bedroom before we were stripping each other clothes off. Beth. The only problem with this is that I don't do very well here. Up until college, I was what would be considered an outcast, not too unlike the girl from Stephen King's first novel "Carrie," but then a lot of things changed. I grew taller to about 5'6" or so, I remained slim as ever and my breasts decided it would be a great time to join the party at a nice C cup. All of a sudden guys started to notice me -my brown eyes; brown hair and not to mention my body. From there, it was mere moments. ”A replay of the previous thirteen years flashed through my mind. The dance. The pursuit. Making love with Bethany that first time. And then the second. Our Senior Prom. Sharing Bethany and Kathy. College. Sharing Bethany and Pam. Punching Gene. Trying to be a couple. The accident. Andrew. The break up. Our weekend in Kohler. Nick. The funeral. The sheer emotion of those memories caused my head to spin and my knees to grow week.“Steve? Steve?” I heard Bethany say through a slight fog.I. "Da haben Sie abergro?es Gl?ck gehabt, dass ich Sie gefunden habe." Was ist passiert?" Sie sind gest?rzt und haben sich schwer am Hinterkopf verletzt. Wenn ichSie nicht zuf?llig gefunden h?tte, dann w?ren sie jetzt tot." Dann vielen Dank f?r die Rettung. Hat ein Arzt mich untersucht?" Es gibt hier keinen Arzt. Ich bin ihr Arzt. Sie leben, also scheine iches richtig gemacht zu haben."Kein Arzt, bei einer sehr schweren Verletzung am Kopf? Aber er hatterecht, ich lebte. Bevor ich ihn nach dem.