I just wanted to crawl toward you and bury my face in your pussy." We kissed some more and I kept playing with her little breasts."Why didn't you?" We...hadn't given each other any permissions yet." We have now." I got the hint. I ran my hand up her leg and pushed the jersey up above her mound. The Celtics had suddenly become my favorite team in the world. Their jersey would be forever emblazoned in my mind as the one I took off Whitney. I knew she owned jerseys from nearly every professional. The two of us met a guy from here (Ron, 9incher4u) and he asked if he could be invited when we plan our weekend of fun. So you may have read that I met Ron already. Some of my girl friends and I decided to go out drinking and I invited Ron to meet us for a drink. This would give me a chance to get to know him in a public place. Nothing was going to happen that night. At least that is how it started. I called Michael and told him that my friends had found a couple of guys and we wanted to. She smiled and smothered a giggle.'Fuckin' Oregon grass. Always hits me like a truck. You know what I wanna do?' I was stoned, but I didn't know it, so I just waited. She began to laugh again. 'Hell, Doug, you're so sweet: hold me as much as you fuckin' like.' She shifted slightly and somehow we were pressed together on the old hippy couch, our bodies molded against each other, noses almost touching. I could feel her skin, fever hot under the thin material of the dress, so I let my hands wander. ”“You did that with Telford all right.”“Telford?”“Telford. Fiona’s Dad. That’s his first name. He’s named after a famous engineer, Thomas Telford.”“Oh, I had the impression his forename was Theodore.”“That’s the trouble with unusual forenames. He gets called a whole slew of alternatives, according to Fiona. Folk often can’t remember his first name, so they call him whatever they guess it is!”“Right. I will make a point of remembering it is Telford. I will think of it as telling myself I have a.