After Mom left, Martha Jane darkened our bedroom and sat on the bed with me, watching the snow. The bed was in its usual place in that little room, pu...hed lengthwise against the wall alongside the big double window. We leaned on the window sill and talked and watched the falling snow. I don't remember what we talked about, but she had told me a story about something-or-other and I was astonished and said, "Really?", and she said "Yes, it really happened like that!", and I squealed "REALLY?",. “Brad Shuelman?” I then asked. “Yeah, that is his name! Do you know who he is?” Ann asked with great surprise. “Yeah! He was an intern in our office for a while but was let go of about two months ago. I wrote up my opinion on him, and I called him out on several things. He was very intelligent guy, but lack social skills needed to be in the IT department. He was very cocky and didn’t listen very well. I had problems with him on a number of issues and we just didn’t see eye to eye on a number. After a bit of this I lay down on the blanket and my friend got over me in a 69 and we began to lick and suck each other's nylon covered cocks. Our new friend stood over us and watched while stroking his cock through his pantyhose. Before long he was ready to cum and kneeling down behind my friend he lowered himself onto him and began to rub his nylon covered cock on his bum just above my face. I reached up and stroked his nylon covered balls and bum as he thrust himself against my friend. I. ’ I stopped talking as in remembered something I’d almost forgotten. ‘You what?’ Helen prompted. ‘We made love on that Friday morning and, and when we, er, finished. She said that she loved me. I’ve just realised she said something that I didn’t quite hear. You know, I’m thinking now, that she must have said ‘forgive me!’ I told you, she said some funny things in the height of passion. Not the sort of things that women usually say.’ ‘What kind of things?’ her interest obviously piqued. ‘I’m not.