I did not know it then, but he knew just what he was doing. He touched my clit so gently, and once he knew I was not going to stop him, he pressed har...er and began rubbing faster and faster. He kept going much faster and harder than I had ever did in bed late at night. In short, it was just not the same.He however began doing something that I had never had done before. He began sliding one of his fingers up and down my opening slit. He would work my clit and then my slit. It was wonderful the. He answered and asked what we should do first. I told him that we should go to my favorite tack shop called The Big Red Barn. We went and bought some buckets, halters, lead ropes, cross ties, rubber floor mats, saddle racks, bridle hangers, and a new hose. When we arrived at the house we still had 3 ½, hours left so we screwed a few folding saddle racks into the wall, laid down the rubber floor mats, hung the cross ties, and set the buckets in place. Then we went back into the house. As. But with the next sentence he knew. “You should meet Huntington’s own little Goth boy, Jason Silver. I’m sure you two would get along really well.” Erin laughed again and walked out of the classroom.Jason said nothing, only continued to gather his things into his backpack. He went to sling it over his shoulder, and then he noticed she was standing on the other side of his desk. “Hi Jason,” she said softly. He looked at her, only this time he really saw her. Her light brown hair was cut short. “Hi,” she said.“Hi, Sweetheart,” I said, trying to set the mood.I poured tea for both of us and set the pot back on the warmer. Bethany turned a basket chair so she could face me, and sat down. Based on Kathy’s advice, I was going to wait for Bethany to start the conversation. We both sipped our tea in silence, and I wondered if she was working up her courage. She took a deep breath and let it out.“I’m sorry,” she said.“And you’re forgiven for whatever you’ve done.”“Don’t be so sure about.