You still are, to a degree. I mean, your father’s a Baptist pastor, for crying out loud, and I wasn’t about push you into sex, no matter how badly...I wanted you. And I wanted you very, very badly. But we got pretty adventurous as the year went by and our love deepened. I got to touch your breasts and between your legs – all safely covered by your clothes – but still, it was progress, and your hands were just as active. We almost did it the night of the spring dance. That was the first time I. Let me tell you aboutit............My name was Craig Adams I was born in 1971 in a small town just under 10miles from Glasgow. In my years at Primary school I was very much aloner and I struggled to make friends. Around the time I was due tostart secondary school my mother discovered that my dad was having anaffair with a woman at his work they both split up and divorced soonafterwards. With all this change going on I decided to implementchanges to my own life. I resolved to become more. You had a better lick that pussy like you love it.” She shoved my face back into her crotch. I started licking trying all I could to enjoy what I was doing. I licked like it was my favorite ice cream. She began moaning and humping my face. I could feel her juices flowing out onto my tongue and on my face. My nose became the focus of her gyrations as she rubbed her clit against it. Carolyn spoke up. “Um fuck her face baby, cover that face in your juices, fuck hurry up and cum. She left her breakfast and ran to the lounge grabbing an album of old photographs. She compared the photographs of her husband when he was twenty with the picture in the newspaper."Could it be possible after all this time?"Both her and her husband had spent a lot of money over the past years trying to trace her abandoned baby son, the baby that she had foolishly abandoned as soon as it was born. The searches had been totally ineffective and they had both become quite despondent. She knew that.