Going even as far as sending me to a catholic all-girl's school. And we weren't even catholic! For the last two years that had meant white blouses, bl...ck skirts, nuns and … NO men. And I mean no men. Zero. Nada. Niente. Not a single cock in sight. Two years of abstinence when I had just had sex a couple of times and was getting into it was really unfair. And all this because my dad was obviously watching too much reality TV and reading too many newspapers. Do they really have to make so many. I didn't have to wait much longer to get that answer but by then it was definitely the wrong question.Another month slipped by, things did seem to be improving, my very irregular dinners with Allison (never with Myra along) seemed to become more frequent and we established a semi-firm 'Date night' now for every Monday night. Our sex schedule, however did not improve. Weekends seemed to remain strictly off-limits and I never saw (or seldom spoke to) her during those times at all. We managed. Hot, thick, sticky, and very salty. Philly groaned deeply as my mouth, tongue and lips continued to bring him pleasure and extend his orgasm. He produced more cum that I thought possible and I licked and sucked at his cock smearing it all over my lips and cheeks. I love the feel of his cum on me. I love the way his cock twitches as he cums. I love the way his hips spasm as he cums. Philly moaned over and over again as his orgasm finally began to subside. His hips twitched every time my lips. "“I lost my parents too, when I was just a teenager," she said. “Grandma and Grandpa have been all I’ve had for years. We can't make up for what you've lost, but family is still the best thing for you now.”We met Grandpa on the back deck, where he was, for some reason, looking through stacks of decades-old periodicals. He looked up once, nodded, then did an actual double take upon seeing me. He took me by the hand, for the moment unable to say anything. Tears welled in his eyes. For my part I.