" He slowly withdrew it and as the tip popped out he said, "Turn around and suck it, taste your ass pussy on my cock." I turned around on my hands and...knees and saw his glistening cock at the foot of the bed as moved my face towards it. It was rock hard and throbbing as I hungrily opened my mouth and took him into my mouth. He cock was so warm from being inside me, it was delicious as my tongue tasted my ass juice, spit and his pre cum that coated it. I felt complete submission as I performed. Did you all have Sunday dinner together?”“Would you care to explain yourself?” Mom demanded. “Where were you last night?”“Didn’t you get my text message? I spent the night with Jasmine. It was great, thank you.”“I called Jasmine’s mother. She thought the two of you were here.”“No. We rented a room. Wait till you see the painting I did of her. She’s so beautiful.”“Painting?” Granddad chuckled. “Is that what you were doing?”“Well, not all night. I finished the painting before we did anything. She committed suicide." Oh god Walt. I'm so sorry." You never asked me what brought me to Hope Crossing. This is whatbrought me back. I know what it is to lose someone. I wasn't here whenMandy took her life. I should have been. Maybe I could have donesomething, maybe not, but I should have been here all the same. I cameback. Too late, of course. I used to think it was just penance that keptme here after everyone else had moved away, her brothers and sisters, hermother...it's why none of them. Neither of us had known anything about the opposite sex or having sex or anything like that when we'd gotten together and played out in the backyard. But, when I turned 12 years old and Sharon was about 11, we both began puberty and things began to happen between us.Sharon was the prettiest little blonde-headed girl I'd ever seen, and I considered her my girlfriend even though we really weren't romantically involved at all. We were both just good friends but as it turned out, both Sharon and I.