It is sad that I can’t even say my family protected me. I protected myself over the years. I learned to be tough because I had no one else to stand ...p for me. ‘Sweet one, please don’t cry. I hate it when women cry. I hate it even more to see you cry. Please stop.’ he is so sweet. My crying slows into mere hiccups, then to only a soft mew every now and again. ‘There now, thats better. Are you alright?’ he asks with so much compassion that I almost want to cry again. ‘No one has ever cared for. He was tired. Monday's always were tough, especially afterspending the weekend partying. This Monday, however, seemedparticularly difficult.Cal contemplated his weekend. He hadn't gotten particularlydrunk any time during the weekend. After going to the park withMaggie, they'd gone to the Coconut Club, and he'd only had twodrinks. It was what he remembered about after getting to the clubthat made him feel queasy. Somehow - somehow - he'd spent alot of time dancing. And then ... how the hell had. He touched the feather tip right over my clit and just teased me with it. Then he spread my hood with his fingers and caressed my clit with the feather."Oh, my god, oh MIke, oh, wow, that is so good. Oh, you're gonna drive me crazy with that." Just what I want," and the feather touched me gently again sending shivers of ecstasy through me.He got up between my legs and bent down with his face near my pussy. Oh, good, I thought, I'm gonna get licked which I adore. But, no, he blows on my pussy.. Apparently, the countless stories about me that Alex had told Charlie as she grew up had inadvertently led her to fall in love with me, and with Alex now twice my age and Charlie looking like a goddess-tier upgrade of the Alex I remembered, I had also easily fallen into that sort of love with her as well.Still, we all knew it was a unique situation, and we had openly discussed it and come to a mutual understanding. We were in the act of that understanding right now. Charlie leaned down and.