We enjoy this tableau for a moment.You break the kiss and smile. "We want you to fuck both of us." I hum my assent on his cock. "In fact, I think you ...hould start with me. Now." You leave his side and clamber onto the bed. I reluctantly pull my mouth off his cock and give him a look that says, "What are you waiting for?"He turns and we see you on hands and knees, ass and cunt wanton and on display for us. He looks down at me again and I give him my most encouraging smile. He quickly turns,. I took him down below the barn, where no one could see us, and threw my neck around him, remembering how we kissed those 2 summers ago, and starting there. My pretty Ronnie had learned a thing or two about kissing in the last few years. He had his hands all over me and in no time at all, I was just as wet and excited as the night when we were so rudely interrupted.We went inside the barn by the lower door, and up the stairs into the hayloft. It was dark, and I was trying to remember where. It didn't seem possible but by the end of the year we had lost all four of our parents. Needless to say, we did not have a merry Christmas that year.We weathered those tragedies and I suppose that we felt closer and stronger for having survived them as well as we did. We started that spring with an unstated but mutual resolve to put all of that behind us and get on with our lives. We were still grieving for our lost parents of course. We had both been close to our families. But we were. I’d talked to Amanda, who was still distraught, and told her some of what we’d found. That he’d been seen at the gas station after talking to her on the phone and two men had been seen driving off in his car. We also shared the information with the police, who once again found reasons to brush it off. After talking to the girls, we all agreed to not tell her about the men who’d left in Josh’s car. We showed the police of course, but Amanda spent most days on the verge of a breakdown. Knowing.