..Oh shit!"Dammit! I forgot my purse back at the mansion. Well...I guess I have some time to kill so I'll just run back home really quick," I said.I s...arted my car and drove off to my house. I stopped at a stoplight. I looked at the car on my left. Something wasn't right with the driver and the passenger....Oh my fucking God! The driver and passenger were having sex! The more I watched them, the more sad I got. I haven't had sex in so terribly long."Goddammit! I just want to have sex with. Lyon wore leopard-print panties, too. She peeled them off her hips and struggled to work them down her thighs without bending over. Unlike her jeans, her panties didn’t drop down her legs. She had to break the kiss, bending over, her face sliding through Mrs. Solomon’s tits.“Ooh, Alesha,” Mrs. Solomon moaned. “I love the feel of your hair on my tits. God, your sexy.”“So are your boobs,” Ms. Lyon groaned. “You know how much I love you, Danielle?”“How much?” I asked, a giddy thrill rushing. We were for sure done. Phoenix might never see my face again. And certainly not castle Cord regardless.But there was Lana, and there was the VFW, and there was our future. And our future, if not exactly bright, at least it had purpose, something that had been sorely lacking since my return to the states after my stint in the brown dirt country.Lana and I had a lot in common, and we needed each other. Apart from our more or less satisfying love life, there was the confluence of prime attributes:. I was born 18 years and 6 months ago. (The six months are important,you will see why in a minute).I had a happy childhood living with my mum and dad in Kent (England).My dad was a computer software designer and my mum was the secretary tothe managing director of a large company that made ball bearings andstuff like that.We lived in a large detached house in the commuter belt, about 30minutes from the centre of London.I was an only child and I suppose a bit spoilt. I had a big garden toplay in.