Greg was the nice guy, the confidant, the boy who was always thereto listen for the girls who generally didn't belong to the cliques anddidn't get ask...d to school dances or out on dates.While he yearned for the cheerleaders and the social butterflies, Greggenerally enjoyed close friendships with his prom queen wannabe friends.The girls talked to him about things they would have liked to have beentalking to the popular girls about: music, movies and pop culture ingeneral including female fashion. Somehow he just knew that I was like a missing piece to Bill and Sally’s puzzle of life. Just like my friend, Sarah, was the missing piece to his and Mary’s puzzle. The depth of love between ALL of us in our group is unbelievable.I’ve been researching polyamorous relationships for nearly 7 years. I’ve talked to nearly 10 other groups and while there was truly love in most of them, none were as deeply committed to each other as what ours is. I’m including our four newest members in that, too.. This time their coupling was more romantic and less hurried. They were both late for work. Travis still considered himself lucky. He had Betty in his life to give him a good foundation. It was so much easier for a man to go out and bring home the bacon when he had someone to bring the bacon home to. Gary was a great young man. That was why Travis wanted to help him get a good foundation in his life too. Having the right woman in his life would not only help to make Gary more focused, it would. . no funny business, is there, baby?" Amy flinched as she realized that he must want to know if she was still cherry. This, along with the way he kept looking at her, put pins and needles in her cunt. "Well? You didn't answer my question," he persisted. "Uh, aren't you getting kinda personal, Daddy?" Amy gulped. "I'm your father," Vic said. "Have a right to know if my little girl is still a good girl." "But like you told me before, I'm not just a little girl anymore," Amy answered. "Then?" her.