And now… with Renya at the foot of it. Basically at the gates of our fortress… even Lynn wanted to make sure that we still held strong in what we ...ad discovered and built up. What we’d come to know we both needed – each other. My hand pressed up a tad – forming pressure on her pubic bone with the palm and my fingers skirting down around her gathering wetness. Her outer lips weren’t really large, but were enough for me to feel between my digits and work – and enough to use to push together to. I stopped in the middle of my lecture, looking her up and down once. "nice of you to join us today Angela" I said in a somewhat stern voice but smiling slightly. "I'm so sorry mr. stone, i had car trouble" she replied. i looked her up and down one more time before pointing to a desk in the very front row in front of my desk and telling her to sit there for the rest of the class because of her tardiness. "yes sir" she mumbled as she slid into the desk, her skirt riding up and giving me a glimpse. This was a first.She chose the Kentucky Ranch House, up along the Ohio River. It was a noisy sawdust-floored dance hall that specialized in barbeque. It was exactly the right thing for us that night. Everyone there was out for a good time and for a change, everyone would include the two of us. The music was live, country, and foot-stomping lively."What made you think of this place," I asked as we settled into a booth."Do you think it's a bad choice?" she asked with a worried look."Heck, no. It. I threw on a tank top and shorts and waited 20 minutes, wondering if he knew what I was doing. Finally I worked up the courage to join him in the kitchen. He had started cooking pancakes, his missing arm hadn't slow him down at all. "I heard you get up to get a glass of juice, but I didn't know if you were sleep walking or what. So how are you feeling?" He asked, downplaying what had happened. "I'm feeling alright. It's sad that you didn't get to talk to dad before he passed away. What.