"I've never heard 'I'm sorry' and 'excuse me' so many times in my life." She could still feel her body painfully stretching to accommodate her multipl... visitors and the queer sensation of not really wanting company. "They really think their doing something wrong when they use a women whose not in the mood." Well," Mommy snipped, "it's obvious their mothers didn't raise them right. I'd expect that kind of behaviour from convent kids, but they're all from good families."Christi pushed Kathy's. Without a word, she knelt back down and took my cock in the soft, smooth gloved hands. I had never felt anything like that before and the only word I can think of to describe it is, wicked! I could feel the pressure, but there was nearly no friction between her hands and my cock. She slowly massaged me until I was, fully hard and then just used her finger tips starting at the base of my cock and slowly ran them up the shaft of my pulsating cock. It had been years since I had seen the veins on. (she notice my eyes going to her cleavage, but she didn’t fix it.)Reena: I’ll be fine.Me: Ok if you say so. But I am always there for you, don’t forget that.I got up to leave. I am sure she noticed the tent in my shorts. She held my hand.Reena: you can sleep here with me tonight. It’s just us tonight in the house. (she didn’t look at me while saying this)Me: (confused) ok let me lock the main door then.Reena: I have locked that already.She made room for me in the bed and sneaked in her blanket. ” “Don’t be smart Dawson.” I ignored his comment and peered out the window as he continued. “You remember how we were all cool and everything in ninth grade. We stop being cool for a dumb reason you know?” I cussed my teeth. “You really don’t remember how you fed into rumors and then disowned me because you believed them. I sure enough remember because I was teased about it every fucking day.” It was quiet for a while. “I remember that but-” “What’s the whole point of going back down memory.