He moans quietly. You reach down to grasp his head but he stops you. He grasps your hands in his and pins them to the bed. He thrusts his tongue in...ide of your pussy hard and deep. You whence in pleasure. Before you can utter a sound he starts to lick the inner fold of your pussy. His tongue darts in and out of your pussy faster and faster. Your pleasure mounts. He senses your eminent release. He forces his tongue deeper inside your pussy than any tongue has ever been before. Your. He’s an asshole who’s always snapping your bra strap and trying to throw things down your shirt. Hell, he's even grabbed your breasts in the past. You do _not _want to go to his house.“Actually, I think I’m just gonna go home.”“NO!” Lyndsey grabs your wrist with a glare. “You always do this to me! We do what you want to do and then when it’s time to do what I want, you bail! Not gonna happen this time!”“OK! FINE!” You snap, but inwardly you berate yourself. She’s right. You do do that.It takes. It seemed that most nights an earthquake could have shook them to pieces and still he would have slept through the commotion. She lay in the half-light, desperate for sleep, but unable to switch off. Too many jumbled thoughts ran round her head in a confusing maelstrom. She wondered whether she would have agreed to have a baby had she known how much her life would change. Having a child was meant to bring them together. Instead it was slowly driving them apart. Some days they barely exchanged. While I mincedback and forth, she read me teenage romance novels and quizzed me on thegirls' actions. "What would you have done if you were Sarah? Would you wear a long promgown or a sexy short one? How would you have dressed for that big datewith Bob? Do you think it's embarrassing wearing those littlecheerleading skirts? What do you think that wedding gown felt like?" Before long I was concentrating on the questions, only occasionallythinking about managing my heels. Aunt Helen came in after.