We showered together, and I fixed us breakfast. Later in the day we visited my neighbors who had horses that they let us ride out along their property... The day was cold, but the sun had come out bright and everything felt so good.We spent the whole weekend together; making love I don’t know how many times. Ann introduced me to my first everything as far as sex went. She showed me how to eat her out, and I proved to be an eager leaner. We did it doggie style, and from the side, on the kitchen. He placed his finger on my clit. Whoa. I was not sure how to respond. The contact of his finger stunned me. Do you know what this is called. He rubbed it in a curious way, soft and delicate movements. Um, I was completely distracted with how it felt. Little shocks jolted me. This is your clitoris, or clit for short. It is very sensitive and very powerful. He moved his finger down, between my pussy lips. The next time his finger found my clit again, it was warm and moist. From the looks of it,. There was a puddle of blood around the ear that lay on the ground, and there were more spatters of blood, almost camouflaged by her little red uniform. The rain had already diluted the puddle, and it was starting to run off into the drainage channels.Dahra had fell in that puddle, the watery redness had splashed her clothes, hands and face. She took one look at what she had tripped over, and then vomited what was left of her dinner onto the sidewalk.She shakily stood, looked up, and saw carnage. I sort of drifted into his eyes and I snuggled up to him. I didn’t ever want to leave his arms and I wanted an awful lot more. I lay there, in his arms, and remembered yesterday. What had happened, what he had done. I had to say thank you to him, to reward him for his actions. I don’t think he ever expected or wanted any reward, it was what he did for those he loved but I needed to reward him, understand? I needed him to accept my reward as well and, as I had only one real way to reward him (as.